I got the mad wunz (3X)

You know I got the mad wunz

I got the mad wunz (3x)

You know I got the mad wunz



Chorus: Lord Digga



That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all

Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all

That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all

Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all



repeat



Verse One: Ase



Bust it, straight out the plaque like a smoke from a stack

It's the Masta Ase honey better chill and catch a smack

to the left check (uhh) if you speak freak watch your mouth

Cuz I'm gettin play all the way down South

And I got the dope, new, off...

...beat style, and you got beef well make stew

You hold the bowl and I'll do the pourin

Rhymes are abundant like shells on the shore and

Three little pigs made a song out of sand

The Big Bad Ase'll blow them rhymes down man

Cuz yo I'm not a sailor and my name is not Barnacle Bill

But I run game like a carnival

Don't try to flex or you'll fall like September

Still got a posse just add another member

Lord D [the D stand for Digga

Rollin' Wit Umdada Masta Ase is my nigga]

Punks better slow down and check the speed limit

Get too much light and I'ma dim it

So yo bust the flex and turn in your text

to chapter four, and let me break down the law

I stay away from sluts got respect for my dick

And St. Ides'll probably kill my ass just as quick

Original the style and, rhymes in a pill and

How many brothers do I know on Rikers Island?

One two three four five I'm losing count

But no matter what the sum it's too big of an amount



Chorus



I got the mad wunz

[kick it]



Verse Two:



You sound fresh but