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act like you knew\n  'Cause I got everybody jumpin' to the voodoo, kick it\n  Wicked rhymes, picket signs\n  While me and the Mob gotta trunk full of .9s\n  Play ya and I'll slay ya\n  I got the mayor by the hair\n\n  Ready to buck, buck, buck and it's a must\n  To duck, duck, duck before I bust\n  Lookin' for the one that did it\n  But like in Vogue, no, you're never gonna get it\n  'Cause I'm the one with the fat mad skills\n  And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills\n  Sittin' at the pad just chillin'\n  'Cause Larry Parker just got two million, oh what a feelin' (so)\n\n  Shake that nigga and pass me the pill\n  And I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal\n  Like it, dig it, maybe, and watch that test tube baby\n  Kick it, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  You know dem wicked, Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\n  Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\n  Yes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\n  My name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\n  Look 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Ice Cube)\n\n[Cube]\nHa, Ha, Ha\nThat's right nigga\nSouthwest connection (straight up)\nServin' more than peanuts bitch\nNiggas tryin' to stay rich\n\n[Mike]\nHow many ways... can a killa get paid?\n\n[Mike]\nHow many niggas want a gansta boogie\nI see the junkie in your eyes\nWhat do you see me when you see me\nA G in disguise\nBeen hypmotized since '85 with gansta shit\nAll you niggas get live and represent my click\nGot bits and pieces on my mind commin' together like lettuce\nDear God protect us, cause we're mobbin' like Good Fellas\nAlias Carlion, maybe the war is on\nProne to let my daughter live rich before she's grown\nIf I murdered Capone, would you consider me a villian\nChillin' with millionares, ex-killers, and set-trippers\nMy murderous complex begin to hit 'cha\nSlip ya worse than New Jersey Drive niggas\nCause I'm in a\nRush to bust straps like mack-10's\nWhen I'm strapped in\nA '95 Impala\nBreakin' like Vegas for my dolla\nWhile I'm commin' like a hundred miles and gunnin' who gonna test\nThe southwests connect when it ain't shit you possess\nYes we got the endo\nSplurgin' in Benzo\nTurnin' virgins to nymphos\nLook what 'cha in fo\nA 'G thats gonna let his khakis sag\nMr. Mike and Ice Cube, franch braids and rags\nByatch\n\n[Chorus X2]\n\nHow many wicked wayz, can a gansta' get his pays\nWhen he's trapped in a maze\n[Cube]\nI represent the phrase that says crime pays\nBitches can we fuck, niggas' can we blaze\n\n[Cube]\n\nI treat bitches like puppies\nI got a plate full of guppies\nAppropriate dish for the big fish\nNiggas' rich\nThey have my straps\nWomen with gaps\nNow they wanna' sit in my laps and listen to raps\nBut no\nHeard a nigga' tight named Mr. Mike\nHad to catch a flight, its only right\nStepped of the plane, Mean Green and Tony Draper\nKilla was the caper\nLets make some paper\n\n[Mike]\n\nSee we can't get enough of this gansta' shit\nSick as leukemia for weed in my gansta' click\nLets take riches\nWitness two niggas' dome in the killa' zone\nBring your killa' chrome\nCause we headed to the terror dome\nSome niggas' never make it home\nAs long as you got your front\nI got your back, its on like that\nAnd like this\nLet the weed blow, cause all you G's know\nWho got the wickedess flow\nThe criminiminals\n\n[Chorus X2]\n\n[Cube]\n\nSay What\nNiggas' wanna' short my cuts\nSay what\nNiggas' wanna' check my nuts\nHow you sound\nGanstas' make the world go 'round\nGuppies bow down\nI'm with some killas' from H-town\nChase his ass down to Atlanta, GA\nFind out where he stay\nLocate my gate\nCatch him in the hall\nMake his ass call\nAnd then I want ya'll to kill cousin's and all (Ha, Ha, Ha)\nThey won't believe all the heat I bring\nFrom Palm Springs\nNiggas in line to catch the ring\nOf the dyin'\nKeepin' it calm, so talk slow\nCause you'll never know\nWhen I'm ready to blow\nI'm a pro of the lifestyle of the Bloods and Crips\nMake a lot of cookies filled with chocolate chips\nThe Westsides always been down with the South\nWith Suave mother fuckin' House\n\n[Chorus x4]","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] (Feat. Ice Cube)\n[00:01.56] [Cube]\n[00:01.82] Ha, Ha, Ha\n[00:02.93] That's right nigga\n[00:04.15] Southwest connection (straight up)\n[00:05.60] Servin' more than peanuts bitch\n[00:08.01] Niggas tryin' to stay rich\n[00:10.94] [Mike]\n[00:11.60] How many ways... can a killa get paid?\n[00:18.24] [Mike]\n[00:18.82] How many niggas want a gansta boogie\n[00:21.37] I see the junkie in your eyes\n[00:22.91] What do you see me when you see me\n[00:24.33] A G in disguise\n[00:25.52] Been hypmotized since '85 with gansta shit\n[00:27.53] All you niggas get live and represent my click\n[00:30.01] Got bits and pieces on my mind commin' together like lettuce\n[00:32.74] Dear God protect us, cause we're mobbin' like Good Fellas\n[00:35.28] Alias Carlion, maybe the war is on\n[00:37.90] Prone to let my daughter live rich before she's grown\n[00:40.68] If I murdered Capone, would you consider me a villian\n[00:42.48] Chillin' with millionares, ex-killers, and set-trippers\n[00:45.75] My murderous complex begin to hit 'cha\n[00:47.94] Slip ya worse than New Jersey Drive niggas\n[00:49.99] Cause I'm in a\n[00:51.04] Rush to bust straps like mack-10's\n[00:52.61] When I'm strapped in\n[00:53.89] A '95 Impala\n[00:54.85] Breakin' like Vegas for my dolla\n[00:56.02] While I'm commin' like a hundred miles and gunnin' who gonna test\n[00:58.22] The southwests connect when it ain't shit you possess\n[01:00.64] Yes we got the endo\n[01:02.28] Splurgin' in Benzo\n[01:03.44] Turnin' virgins to nymphos\n[01:05.18] Look what 'cha in fo\n[01:06.44] A 'G thats gonna let his khakis sag\n[01:08.14] Mr. Mike and Ice Cube, franch braids and rags\n[01:10.90] Byatch\n[01:11.39] [Chorus X2]\n[01:12.25] How many wicked wayz, can a gansta' get his pays\n[01:13.94] When he's trapped in a maze\n[01:16.01] [Cube]\n[01:17.03] I represent the phrase that says crime pays\n[01:18.57] Bitches can we fuck, niggas' can we blaze\n[01:20.15] [Cube]\n[01:32.05] I treat bitches like puppies\n[01:33.30] I got a plate full of guppies\n[01:35.06] Appropriate dish for the big fish\n[01:36.80] Niggas' rich\n[01:38.59] They have my straps\n[01:39.46] Women with gaps\n[01:40.58] Now they wanna' sit in my laps and listen to raps\n[01:42.17] But no\n[01:43.02] Heard a nigga' tight named Mr. Mike\n[01:44.32] Had to catch a flight, its only right\n[01:45.97] Stepped of the plane, Mean Green and Tony Draper\n[01:48.76] Killa was the caper\n[01:50.64] Lets make some paper\n[01:53.46] [Mike]\n[01:53.91] See we can't get enough of this gansta' shit\n[01:54.76] Sick as leukemia for weed in my gansta' click\n[01:56.58] Lets take riches\n[01:58.16] Witness two niggas' dome in the killa' zone\n[01:59.65] Bring your killa' chrome\n[02:01.23] Cause we headed to the terror dome\n[02:02.44] Some niggas' never make it home\n[02:04.20] As long as you got your front\n[02:05.68] I got your back, its on like that\n[02:06.94] And like this\n[02:07.69] Let the weed blow, cause all you G's know\n[02:09.33] Who got the wickedess flow\n[02:11.28] The criminiminals\n[02:12.12] [Chorus X2]\n[02:32.76] [Cube]\n[02:33.05] Say What\n[02:34.16] Niggas' wanna' short my cuts\n[02:35.12] Say what\n[02:35.96] Niggas' wanna' check my nuts\n[02:37.73] How you sound\n[02:39.02] Ganstas' make the world go 'round\n[02:40.24] Guppies bow down\n[02:41.70] I'm with some killas' from H-town\n[02:43.00] Chase his ass down to Atlanta, GA\n[02:44.91] Find out where he stay\n[02:46.92] Locate my gate\n[02:48.13] Catch him in the hall\n[02:49.49] Make his ass call\n[02:50.88] And then I want ya'll to kill cousin's and all (Ha, Ha, Ha)\n[02:53.17] They won't believe all the heat I bring\n[02:55.15] From Palm Springs\n[02:56.70] Niggas in line to catch the ring\n[02:58.43] Of the dyin'\n[02:59.34] Keepin' it calm, so talk slow\n[03:00.86] Cause you'll never know\n[03:02.39] When I'm ready to blow\n[03:03.48] I'm a pro of the lifestyle of the Bloods and Crips\n[03:05.60] Make a lot of cookies filled with chocolate chips\n[03:08.29] The Westsides always been down with the South\n[03:11.06] With Suave mother fuckin' House\n[03:13.34] [Chorus x4]\n[03:15.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wicked Wayz featuring Mr. Mike\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Featuring...Ice Cube\n  duration_ms: 245000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Feat. 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nigga' tight named Mr. Mike\n  start_ms: 103020\n  end_ms: 104320\n- text: Had to catch a flight, its only right\n  start_ms: 104320\n  end_ms: 105970\n- text: Stepped of the plane, Mean Green and Tony Draper\n  start_ms: 105970\n  end_ms: 108760\n- text: Killa was the caper\n  start_ms: 108760\n  end_ms: 110640\n- text: Lets make some paper\n  start_ms: 110640\n  end_ms: 113460\n- text: '[Mike]'\n  start_ms: 113460\n  end_ms: 113910\n- text: See we can't get enough of this gansta' shit\n  start_ms: 113910\n  end_ms: 114760\n- text: Sick as leukemia for weed in my gansta' click\n  start_ms: 114760\n  end_ms: 116580\n- text: Lets take riches\n  start_ms: 116580\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: Witness two niggas' dome in the killa' zone\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 119650\n- text: Bring your killa' chrome\n  start_ms: 119650\n  end_ms: 121230\n- text: Cause we headed to the terror dome\n  start_ms: 121230\n  end_ms: 122440\n- text: Some niggas' never make it home\n  start_ms: 122440\n  end_ms: 124200\n- text: As long as you got your front\n  start_ms: 124200\n  end_ms: 125680\n- text: I got your back, its on like that\n  start_ms: 125680\n  end_ms: 126940\n- text: And like this\n  start_ms: 126940\n  end_ms: 127690\n- text: Let the weed blow, cause all you G's know\n  start_ms: 127690\n  end_ms: 129330\n- text: Who got the wickedess flow\n  start_ms: 129330\n  end_ms: 131280\n- text: The criminiminals\n  start_ms: 131280\n  end_ms: 132120\n- text: '[Chorus X2]'\n  start_ms: 132120\n  end_ms: 152760\n- text: '[Cube]'\n  start_ms: 152760\n  end_ms: 153050\n- text: Say What\n  start_ms: 153050\n  end_ms: 154160\n- text: Niggas' wanna' short my cuts\n  start_ms: 154160\n  end_ms: 155120\n- text: Say what\n  start_ms: 155120\n  end_ms: 155960\n- text: Niggas' wanna' check my nuts\n  start_ms: 155960\n  end_ms: 157730\n- text: How you sound\n  start_ms: 157730\n  end_ms: 159020\n- text: Ganstas' make the world go 'round\n  start_ms: 159020\n  end_ms: 160240\n- text: Guppies bow down\n  start_ms: 160240\n  end_ms: 161700\n- text: I'm with some killas' from H-town\n  start_ms: 161700\n  end_ms: 163000\n- text: Chase his ass down to Atlanta, GA\n  start_ms: 163000\n  end_ms: 164910\n- text: Find out where he stay\n  start_ms: 164910\n  end_ms: 166920\n- text: Locate my gate\n  start_ms: 166920\n  end_ms: 168130\n- text: Catch him in the hall\n  start_ms: 168130\n  end_ms: 169490\n- text: Make his ass call\n  start_ms: 169490\n  end_ms: 170880\n- text: And then I want ya'll to kill cousin's and all (Ha, Ha, Ha)\n  start_ms: 170880\n  end_ms: 173170\n- text: They won't believe all the heat I bring\n  start_ms: 173170\n  end_ms: 175150\n- text: From Palm Springs\n  start_ms: 175150\n  end_ms: 176700\n- text: Niggas in line to catch the ring\n  start_ms: 176700\n  end_ms: 178430\n- text: Of the dyin'\n  start_ms: 178430\n  end_ms: 179340\n- text: Keepin' it calm, so talk slow\n  start_ms: 179340\n  end_ms: 180860\n- text: Cause you'll never know\n  start_ms: 180860\n  end_ms: 182390\n- text: When I'm ready to blow\n  start_ms: 182390\n  end_ms: 183480\n- text: I'm a pro of the lifestyle of the Bloods and Crips\n  start_ms: 183480\n  end_ms: 185600\n- text: Make a lot of cookies filled with chocolate chips\n  start_ms: 185600\n  end_ms: 188290\n- text: The Westsides always been down with the South\n  start_ms: 188290\n  end_ms: 191060\n- text: With Suave mother fuckin' House\n  start_ms: 191060\n  end_ms: 193340\n- text: '[Chorus x4]'\n  start_ms: 193340\n  end_ms: 195590\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 195590\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Ice Cube)\n\n  [Cube]\n  Ha, Ha, Ha\n  That's right nigga\n  Southwest connection (straight up)\n  Servin' more than peanuts bitch\n  Niggas tryin' to stay rich\n\n  [Mike]\n  How many ways... can a killa get paid?\n\n  [Mike]\n  How many niggas want a gansta boogie\n  I see the junkie in your eyes\n  What do you see me when you see me\n  A G in disguise\n  Been hypmotized since '85 with gansta shit\n  All you niggas get live and represent my click\n  Got bits and pieces on my mind commin' together like lettuce\n  Dear God protect us, cause we're mobbin' like Good Fellas\n  Alias Carlion, maybe the war is on\n  Prone to let my daughter live rich before she's grown\n  If I murdered Capone, would you consider me a villian\n  Chillin' with millionares, ex-killers, and set-trippers\n  My murderous complex begin to hit 'cha\n  Slip ya worse than New Jersey Drive niggas\n  Cause I'm in a\n  Rush to bust straps like mack-10's\n  When I'm strapped in\n  A '95 Impala\n  Breakin' like Vegas for my dolla\n  While I'm commin' like a hundred miles and gunnin' who gonna test\n  The southwests connect when it ain't shit you possess\n  Yes we got the endo\n  Splurgin' in Benzo\n  Turnin' virgins to nymphos\n  Look what 'cha in fo\n  A 'G thats gonna let his khakis sag\n  Mr. Mike and Ice Cube, franch braids and rags\n  Byatch\n\n  [Chorus X2]\n\n  How many wicked wayz, can a gansta' get his pays\n  When he's trapped in a maze\n  [Cube]\n  I represent the phrase that says crime pays\n  Bitches can we fuck, niggas' can we blaze\n\n  [Cube]\n\n  I treat bitches like puppies\n  I got a plate full of guppies\n  Appropriate dish for the big fish\n  Niggas' rich\n  They have my straps\n  Women with gaps\n  Now they wanna' sit in my laps and listen to raps\n  But no\n  Heard a nigga' tight named Mr. Mike\n  Had to catch a flight, its only right\n  Stepped of the plane, Mean Green and Tony Draper\n  Killa was the caper\n  Lets make some paper\n\n  [Mike]\n\n  See we can't get enough of this gansta' shit\n  Sick as leukemia for weed in my gansta' click\n  Lets take riches\n  Witness two niggas' dome in the killa' zone\n  Bring your killa' chrome\n  Cause we headed to the terror dome\n  Some niggas' never make it home\n  As long as you got your front\n  I got your back, its on like that\n  And like this\n  Let the weed blow, cause all you G's know\n  Who got the wickedess flow\n  The criminiminals\n\n  [Chorus X2]\n\n  [Cube]\n\n  Say What\n  Niggas' wanna' short my cuts\n  Say what\n  Niggas' wanna' check my nuts\n  How you sound\n  Ganstas' make the world go 'round\n  Guppies bow down\n  I'm with some killas' from H-town\n  Chase his ass down to Atlanta, GA\n  Find out where he stay\n  Locate my gate\n  Catch him in the hall\n  Make his ass call\n  And then I want ya'll to kill cousin's and all (Ha, Ha, Ha)\n  They won't believe all the heat I bring\n  From Palm Springs\n  Niggas in line to catch the ring\n  Of the dyin'\n  Keepin' it calm, so talk slow\n  Cause you'll never know\n  When I'm ready to blow\n  I'm a pro of the lifestyle of the Bloods and Crips\n  Make a lot of cookies filled with chocolate chips\n  The Westsides always been down with the South\n  With Suave mother fuckin' House\n\n  [Chorus x4]\n"},{"id":19799485,"name":"Wicked (instrumental)","trackName":"Wicked (instrumental)","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Wicked","duration":240.36,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now dis one dedicated to di man dem call MacGyver (buck)\nAnd all double-oh-seven James Bond spy man is from di area (gunshot, gunshot)\nMaximum respect to di man dem call Ice Cube (buck, buck)\nHim nah bust no deuce-deuce, no trey-eight, but four-four, wicked (right)\nUh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\nUh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n\nOne, two, three and I come with the wicked\nStyle, and you know that I'm from, the wicked\nCrew, act like you knew\n'Cause I got everybody jumpin' to the voodoo, kick it\nWicked rhymes, picket signs\nWhile me and the Mob gotta trunk full of .9s\nPlay ya and I'll slay ya\nI got the mayor by the hair\n\nReady to buck, buck, buck and it's a must\nTo duck, duck, duck before I bust\nLookin' for the one that did it\nBut like in Vogue, no, you're never gonna get it\n'Cause I'm the one with the fat mad skills\nAnd I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills\nSittin' at the pad just chillin'\n'Cause Larry Parker just got two million, oh what a feelin' (so)\n\nShake that nigga and pass me the pill\nAnd I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal\nLike it, dig it, maybe, and watch that test tube baby\nKick it, 'cause I get wicked\n\nYou know dem wicked, Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\nYes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\nYes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\nMy name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck (wicked, wicked man)\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck-buck (wicked), buck (wicked man), buck-buck\n\nDon't say nothin', just listen\nGot me a plan to break Tyson outta prison\nCome my way and get served\nStill got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb\nNappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin\nNever seen with a happy grin\nShow the fat frown 'cause I'm down\n\nTake a look around\nAll you see is big black boots steppin'\nUse my steel toe as a weapon\nKick ya and flip ya, now they want to\nLabel this nigga tape with the sticker\nDiggin' out girls that's nicety\nPlus I got a body count like Ice-T\n\nFrom here to New York\nI get skins and ain't talkin' 'bout pork\nSwine, pig, dig\nListen to the flow of a so-called negro\nWho didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett\nDig it, 'cause I get wicked\n\nIce Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\nYes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\nYes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\nMy name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck (wicked, wicked man), buck-buck\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck (wicked, wicked man)\n\nPeople wanna know how come\nI got a gat, and I'm lookin' out the window like Malcolm\nReady to bring that noise\nKinda trigger-happy like the Geto Boys\nApril 29th brought power to the people\nAnd we might just see a sequel, 'cause\nPolice got equal hate\nA chazzer's a pig that don't fly straight\n\nThrough with Daryl Gates but is Willie Williams\nDown with the pilgrims\nJust a super slave\nWe'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave\nI'm wicked enough to pull this\n'Cause now it's on to the fullest\nGorilla straight from the mist\nBut I don't miss when it comes to (uh) this\n\nBring the yellow tape\nThe white cape, 'cause I'm so straight\nThrough with the picket signs\nTake this job and stick it, bigot, 'cause I get wicked\n\nWicked man (haha, oh)\nHear the-, hear the-\nHear the wicked man\nHear the drummer get wicked\n\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus pick up di mic\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus put down di gun\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\nDem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n\nYes, dem wicked, gwaan\nBack wha, seen, den di one dem call Ice Cube\nInternational superstar don gorgon style (buck)\nWay back in Brooklyn, inside of Los Angeles, South Central style\nTorcha Chambas (buck), dem run the country (maximum respect)\nAnd my name is Don Jagwarr, we are the top celebrity seen\nBecause we wicked, we wicked, we pick up di mics\nYes, we wicked, we wicked, we put down di guns\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, but we run di town\nWicked man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wicked (instrumental)\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Wicked\n  duration_ms: 240360\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now dis one dedicated to di man dem call MacGyver (buck)\n  And all double-oh-seven James Bond spy man is from di area (gunshot, gunshot)\n  Maximum respect to di man dem call Ice Cube (buck, buck)\n  Him nah bust no deuce-deuce, no trey-eight, but four-four, wicked (right)\n  Uh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n  Uh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n\n  One, two, three and I come with the wicked\n  Style, and you know that I'm from, the wicked\n  Crew, act like you knew\n  'Cause I got everybody jumpin' to the voodoo, kick it\n  Wicked rhymes, picket signs\n  While me and the Mob gotta trunk full of .9s\n  Play ya and I'll slay ya\n  I got the mayor by the hair\n\n  Ready to buck, buck, buck and it's a must\n  To duck, duck, duck before I bust\n  Lookin' for the one that did it\n  But like in Vogue, no, you're never gonna get it\n  'Cause I'm the one with the fat mad skills\n  And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills\n  Sittin' at the pad just chillin'\n  'Cause Larry Parker just got two million, oh what a feelin' (so)\n\n  Shake that nigga and pass me the pill\n  And I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal\n  Like it, dig it, maybe, and watch that test tube baby\n  Kick it, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  You know dem wicked, Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\n  Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\n  Yes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\n  My name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man)\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck-buck (wicked), buck (wicked man), buck-buck\n\n  Don't say nothin', just listen\n  Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison\n  Come my way and get served\n  Still got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb\n  Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin\n  Never seen with a happy grin\n  Show the fat frown 'cause I'm down\n\n  Take a look around\n  All you see is big black boots steppin'\n  Use my steel toe as a weapon\n  Kick ya and flip ya, now they want to\n  Label this nigga tape with the sticker\n  Diggin' out girls that's nicety\n  Plus I got a body count like Ice-T\n\n  From here to New York\n  I get skins and ain't talkin' 'bout pork\n  Swine, pig, dig\n  Listen to the flow of a so-called negro\n  Who didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett\n  Dig it, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\n  Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\n  Yes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\n  My name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man), buck-buck\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man)\n\n  People wanna know how come\n  I got a gat, and I'm lookin' out the window like Malcolm\n  Ready to bring that noise\n  Kinda trigger-happy like the Geto Boys\n  April 29th brought power to the people\n  And we might just see a sequel, 'cause\n  Police got equal hate\n  A chazzer's a pig that don't fly straight\n\n  Through with Daryl Gates but is Willie Williams\n  Down with the pilgrims\n  Just a super slave\n  We'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave\n  I'm wicked enough to pull this\n  'Cause now it's on to the fullest\n  Gorilla straight from the mist\n  But I don't miss when it comes to (uh) this\n\n  Bring the yellow tape\n  The white cape, 'cause I'm so straight\n  Through with the picket signs\n  Take this job and stick it, bigot, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  Wicked man (haha, oh)\n  Hear the-, hear the-\n  Hear the wicked man\n  Hear the drummer get wicked\n\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus pick up di mic\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus put down di gun\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n  Dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n\n  Yes, dem wicked, gwaan\n  Back wha, seen, den di one dem call Ice Cube\n  International superstar don gorgon style (buck)\n  Way back in Brooklyn, inside of Los Angeles, South Central style\n  Torcha Chambas (buck), dem run the country (maximum respect)\n  And my name is Don Jagwarr, we are the top celebrity seen\n  Because we wicked, we wicked, we pick up di mics\n  Yes, we wicked, we wicked, we put down di guns\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, but we run di town\n  Wicked man\n"},{"id":15695499,"name":"Wicked (Intrumental)","trackName":"Wicked (Intrumental)","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Wicked","duration":237.76,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now dis one dedicated to di man dem call MacGyver (buck)\nAnd all double-oh-seven James Bond spy man is from di area (gunshot, gunshot)\nMaximum respect to di man dem call Ice Cube (buck, buck)\nHim nah bust no deuce-deuce, no trey-eight, but four-four, wicked (right)\nUh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\nUh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n\nOne, two, three and I come with the wicked\nStyle, and you know that I'm from, the wicked\nCrew, act like you knew\n'Cause I got everybody jumpin' to the voodoo, kick it\nWicked rhymes, picket signs\nWhile me and the Mob gotta trunk full of .9s\nPlay ya and I'll slay ya\nI got the mayor by the hair\n\nReady to buck, buck, buck and it's a must\nTo duck, duck, duck before I bust\nLookin' for the one that did it\nBut like in Vogue, no, you're never gonna get it\n'Cause I'm the one with the fat mad skills\nAnd I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills\nSittin' at the pad just chillin'\n'Cause Larry Parker just got two million, oh what a feelin' (so)\n\nShake that nigga and pass me the pill\nAnd I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal\nLike it, dig it, maybe, and watch that test tube baby\nKick it, 'cause I get wicked\n\nYou know dem wicked, Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\nYes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\nYes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\nMy name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck (wicked, wicked man)\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck-buck (wicked), buck (wicked man), buck-buck\n\nDon't say nothin', just listen\nGot me a plan to break Tyson outta prison\nCome my way and get served\nStill got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb\nNappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin\nNever seen with a happy grin\nShow the fat frown 'cause I'm down\n\nTake a look around\nAll you see is big black boots steppin'\nUse my steel toe as a weapon\nKick ya and flip ya, now they want to\nLabel this nigga tape with the sticker\nDiggin' out girls that's nicety\nPlus I got a body count like Ice-T\n\nFrom here to New York\nI get skins and ain't talkin' 'bout pork\nSwine, pig, dig\nListen to the flow of a so-called negro\nWho didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett\nDig it, 'cause I get wicked\n\nIce Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\nYes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\nYes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\nMy name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck (wicked, wicked man), buck-buck\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck (wicked, wicked man)\n\nPeople wanna know how come\nI got a gat, and I'm lookin' out the window like Malcolm\nReady to bring that noise\nKinda trigger-happy like the Geto Boys\nApril 29th brought power to the people\nAnd we might just see a sequel, 'cause\nPolice got equal hate\nA chazzer's a pig that don't fly straight\n\nThrough with Daryl Gates but is Willie Williams\nDown with the pilgrims\nJust a super slave\nWe'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave\nI'm wicked enough to pull this\n'Cause now it's on to the fullest\nGorilla straight from the mist\nBut I don't miss when it comes to (uh) this\n\nBring the yellow tape\nThe white cape, 'cause I'm so straight\nThrough with the picket signs\nTake this job and stick it, bigot, 'cause I get wicked\n\nWicked man (haha, oh)\nHear the-, hear the-\nHear the wicked man\nHear the drummer get wicked\n\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus pick up di mic\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus put down di gun\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\nDem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n\nYes, dem wicked, gwaan\nBack wha, seen, den di one dem call Ice Cube\nInternational superstar don gorgon style (buck)\nWay back in Brooklyn, inside of Los Angeles, South Central style\nTorcha Chambas (buck), dem run the country (maximum respect)\nAnd my name is Don Jagwarr, we are the top celebrity seen\nBecause we wicked, we wicked, we pick up di mics\nYes, we wicked, we wicked, we put down di guns\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, but we run di town\nWicked man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wicked (Intrumental)\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Wicked\n  duration_ms: 237760\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now dis one dedicated to di man dem call MacGyver (buck)\n  And all double-oh-seven James Bond spy man is from di area (gunshot, gunshot)\n  Maximum respect to di man dem call Ice Cube (buck, buck)\n  Him nah bust no deuce-deuce, no trey-eight, but four-four, wicked (right)\n  Uh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n  Uh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n\n  One, two, three and I come with the wicked\n  Style, and you know that I'm from, the wicked\n  Crew, act like you knew\n  'Cause I got everybody jumpin' to the voodoo, kick it\n  Wicked rhymes, picket signs\n  While me and the Mob gotta trunk full of .9s\n  Play ya and I'll slay ya\n  I got the mayor by the hair\n\n  Ready to buck, buck, buck and it's a must\n  To duck, duck, duck before I bust\n  Lookin' for the one that did it\n  But like in Vogue, no, you're never gonna get it\n  'Cause I'm the one with the fat mad skills\n  And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills\n  Sittin' at the pad just chillin'\n  'Cause Larry Parker just got two million, oh what a feelin' (so)\n\n  Shake that nigga and pass me the pill\n  And I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal\n  Like it, dig it, maybe, and watch that test tube baby\n  Kick it, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  You know dem wicked, Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\n  Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\n  Yes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\n  My name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man)\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck-buck (wicked), buck (wicked man), buck-buck\n\n  Don't say nothin', just listen\n  Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison\n  Come my way and get served\n  Still got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb\n  Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin\n  Never seen with a happy grin\n  Show the fat frown 'cause I'm down\n\n  Take a look around\n  All you see is big black boots steppin'\n  Use my steel toe as a weapon\n  Kick ya and flip ya, now they want to\n  Label this nigga tape with the sticker\n  Diggin' out girls that's nicety\n  Plus I got a body count like Ice-T\n\n  From here to New York\n  I get skins and ain't talkin' 'bout pork\n  Swine, pig, dig\n  Listen to the flow of a so-called negro\n  Who didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett\n  Dig it, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\n  Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\n  Yes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\n  My name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man), buck-buck\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man)\n\n  People wanna know how come\n  I got a gat, and I'm lookin' out the window like Malcolm\n  Ready to bring that noise\n  Kinda trigger-happy like the Geto Boys\n  April 29th brought power to the people\n  And we might just see a sequel, 'cause\n  Police got equal hate\n  A chazzer's a pig that don't fly straight\n\n  Through with Daryl Gates but is Willie Williams\n  Down with the pilgrims\n  Just a super slave\n  We'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave\n  I'm wicked enough to pull this\n  'Cause now it's on to the fullest\n  Gorilla straight from the mist\n  But I don't miss when it comes to (uh) this\n\n  Bring the yellow tape\n  The white cape, 'cause I'm so straight\n  Through with the picket signs\n  Take this job and stick it, bigot, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  Wicked man (haha, oh)\n  Hear the-, hear the-\n  Hear the wicked man\n  Hear the drummer get wicked\n\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus pick up di mic\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus put down di gun\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n  Dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n\n  Yes, dem wicked, gwaan\n  Back wha, seen, den di one dem call Ice Cube\n  International superstar don gorgon style (buck)\n  Way back in Brooklyn, inside of Los Angeles, South Central style\n  Torcha Chambas (buck), dem run the country (maximum respect)\n  And my name is Don Jagwarr, we are the top celebrity seen\n  Because we wicked, we wicked, we pick up di mics\n  Yes, we wicked, we wicked, we put down di guns\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, but we run di town\n  Wicked man\n"},{"id":15593757,"name":"Wicked (instrumental)","trackName":"Wicked (instrumental)","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Wicked","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now dis one dedicated to di man dem call MacGyver (buck)\nAnd all double-oh-seven James Bond spy man is from di area (gunshot, gunshot)\nMaximum respect to di man dem call Ice Cube (buck, buck)\nHim nah bust no deuce-deuce, no trey-eight, but four-four, wicked (right)\nUh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\nUh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n\nOne, two, three and I come with the wicked\nStyle, and you know that I'm from, the wicked\nCrew, act like you knew\n'Cause I got everybody jumpin' to the voodoo, kick it\nWicked rhymes, picket signs\nWhile me and the Mob gotta trunk full of .9s\nPlay ya and I'll slay ya\nI got the mayor by the hair\n\nReady to buck, buck, buck and it's a must\nTo duck, duck, duck before I bust\nLookin' for the one that did it\nBut like in Vogue, no, you're never gonna get it\n'Cause I'm the one with the fat mad skills\nAnd I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills\nSittin' at the pad just chillin'\n'Cause Larry Parker just got two million, oh what a feelin' (so)\n\nShake that nigga and pass me the pill\nAnd I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal\nLike it, dig it, maybe, and watch that test tube baby\nKick it, 'cause I get wicked\n\nYou know dem wicked, Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\nYes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\nYes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\nMy name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck (wicked, wicked man)\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck-buck (wicked), buck (wicked man), buck-buck\n\nDon't say nothin', just listen\nGot me a plan to break Tyson outta prison\nCome my way and get served\nStill got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb\nNappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin\nNever seen with a happy grin\nShow the fat frown 'cause I'm down\n\nTake a look around\nAll you see is big black boots steppin'\nUse my steel toe as a weapon\nKick ya and flip ya, now they want to\nLabel this nigga tape with the sticker\nDiggin' out girls that's nicety\nPlus I got a body count like Ice-T\n\nFrom here to New York\nI get skins and ain't talkin' 'bout pork\nSwine, pig, dig\nListen to the flow of a so-called negro\nWho didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett\nDig it, 'cause I get wicked\n\nIce Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\nYes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\nYes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\nMy name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck (wicked, wicked man), buck-buck\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck (wicked, wicked man)\n\nPeople wanna know how come\nI got a gat, and I'm lookin' out the window like Malcolm\nReady to bring that noise\nKinda trigger-happy like the Geto Boys\nApril 29th brought power to the people\nAnd we might just see a sequel, 'cause\nPolice got equal hate\nA chazzer's a pig that don't fly straight\n\nThrough with Daryl Gates but is Willie Williams\nDown with the pilgrims\nJust a super slave\nWe'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave\nI'm wicked enough to pull this\n'Cause now it's on to the fullest\nGorilla straight from the mist\nBut I don't miss when it comes to (uh) this\n\nBring the yellow tape\nThe white cape, 'cause I'm so straight\nThrough with the picket signs\nTake this job and stick it, bigot, 'cause I get wicked\n\nWicked man (haha, oh)\nHear the-, hear the-\nHear the wicked man\nHear the drummer get wicked\n\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus pick up di mic\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus put down di gun\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\nDem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n\nYes, dem wicked, gwaan\nBack wha, seen, den di one dem call Ice Cube\nInternational superstar don gorgon style (buck)\nWay back in Brooklyn, inside of Los Angeles, South Central style\nTorcha Chambas (buck), dem run the country (maximum respect)\nAnd my name is Don Jagwarr, we are the top celebrity seen\nBecause we wicked, we wicked, we pick up di mics\nYes, we wicked, we wicked, we put down di guns\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, but we run di town\nWicked man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wicked (instrumental)\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Wicked\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now dis one dedicated to di man dem call MacGyver (buck)\n  And all double-oh-seven James Bond spy man is from di area (gunshot, gunshot)\n  Maximum respect to di man dem call Ice Cube (buck, buck)\n  Him nah bust no deuce-deuce, no trey-eight, but four-four, wicked (right)\n  Uh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n  Uh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n\n  One, two, three and I come with the wicked\n  Style, and you know that I'm from, the wicked\n  Crew, act like you knew\n  'Cause I got everybody jumpin' to the voodoo, kick it\n  Wicked rhymes, picket signs\n  While me and the Mob gotta trunk full of .9s\n  Play ya and I'll slay ya\n  I got the mayor by the hair\n\n  Ready to buck, buck, buck and it's a must\n  To duck, duck, duck before I bust\n  Lookin' for the one that did it\n  But like in Vogue, no, you're never gonna get it\n  'Cause I'm the one with the fat mad skills\n  And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills\n  Sittin' at the pad just chillin'\n  'Cause Larry Parker just got two million, oh what a feelin' (so)\n\n  Shake that nigga and pass me the pill\n  And I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal\n  Like it, dig it, maybe, and watch that test tube baby\n  Kick it, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  You know dem wicked, Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\n  Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\n  Yes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\n  My name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man)\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck-buck (wicked), buck (wicked man), buck-buck\n\n  Don't say nothin', just listen\n  Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison\n  Come my way and get served\n  Still got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb\n  Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin\n  Never seen with a happy grin\n  Show the fat frown 'cause I'm down\n\n  Take a look around\n  All you see is big black boots steppin'\n  Use my steel toe as a weapon\n  Kick ya and flip ya, now they want to\n  Label this nigga tape with the sticker\n  Diggin' out girls that's nicety\n  Plus I got a body count like Ice-T\n\n  From here to New York\n  I get skins and ain't talkin' 'bout pork\n  Swine, pig, dig\n  Listen to the flow of a so-called negro\n  Who didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett\n  Dig it, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\n  Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\n  Yes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\n  My name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man), buck-buck\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man)\n\n  People wanna know how come\n  I got a gat, and I'm lookin' out the window like Malcolm\n  Ready to bring that noise\n  Kinda trigger-happy like the Geto Boys\n  April 29th brought power to the people\n  And we might just see a sequel, 'cause\n  Police got equal hate\n  A chazzer's a pig that don't fly straight\n\n  Through with Daryl Gates but is Willie Williams\n  Down with the pilgrims\n  Just a super slave\n  We'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave\n  I'm wicked enough to pull this\n  'Cause now it's on to the fullest\n  Gorilla straight from the mist\n  But I don't miss when it comes to (uh) this\n\n  Bring the yellow tape\n  The white cape, 'cause I'm so straight\n  Through with the picket signs\n  Take this job and stick it, bigot, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  Wicked man (haha, oh)\n  Hear the-, hear the-\n  Hear the wicked man\n  Hear the drummer get wicked\n\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus pick up di mic\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus put down di gun\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n  Dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n\n  Yes, dem wicked, gwaan\n  Back wha, seen, den di one dem call Ice Cube\n  International superstar don gorgon style (buck)\n  Way back in Brooklyn, inside of Los Angeles, South Central style\n  Torcha Chambas (buck), dem run the country (maximum respect)\n  And my name is Don Jagwarr, we are the top celebrity seen\n  Because we wicked, we wicked, we pick up di mics\n  Yes, we wicked, we wicked, we put down di guns\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, but we run di town\n  Wicked man\n"},{"id":30731921,"name":"Wicked","trackName":"Wicked","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"DJ Strong & DJ Warrior-Cali Untouchable Radio Pt. 11 (Hosted by Ice Cube)","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now dis one dedicated to de man dem call MacGyver (bo!)\nAnd all double-oh-seven James Bond man 'e from de area (gunshot, gunshot)\nMaximum respect to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!)\nAnd a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get wicked!\nOne, two, three and I come with the wicked\nStyle and you know that I'm from, the wicked\nCrew, act like you knew\nCause I got everybody jumpin' to the voodoo, kick it\nWicked, rhymes, picket, signs\nWhile me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's\nPlay ya and I'll slay ya\nI got thug-made dough by the ha-ir\nReady to buck buck buck and it's a must\nTo duck duck duck before I bust\nLookin for the one that did it\nBut like En Vogue, no you're never gonna get it\nCos I'm the one with the fat mad skills\nAnd I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills\nSittin' at the pad just chillin'\nCause Larry Wilkins just got two million, oh what a feelin\nSo shake that nigga and pass me the pill\nAnd I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal\nLike it, dig it, maybe and watch that ass get ???\nKick it cause I get wicked\nWon't say nuttin', just listen\nGot me a plan to break Tyson outta prison\nCome my way and get served\nStill got a duece that'll bunny hop the curb\nNappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin\nNever seen with a happy grin\nShow the fat foul cause I'm down\nTake a look around\nAnd all you see is big black boots steppin'\nUse my steel toe as a weapon\nKick ya and flip ya, now they want to\nLabel this nigga, tape with the sticker\nKicki'n out girls that's nicety\nYo, I gotta body count like Ice-T\nFrom here to New York\nI get skins and ain't talkin bout pork\nSwine, pig, dick\nListen to the flow of a so-called negro\nWho didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett\nDig it cause I get wicked\nPeople wanna know how come\nI gotta gat and I'm lookin out the window like Malcolm\nReady to bring that noise\nKinda trigger happy like the Geto Boys\nApril 29th was power to the people\nAnd we might just see a sequel\nCos police got equal pay\nA horse is a pig that don't fly straight\nDoin Darryl Gates but is Willie Williams\nDown with the pilgrims\nJust a super slave\nWe'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave\nI'm wicked enough to board this\nCos now it's on to the fullest\nGorilla straight from the mist\nBut I don't miss when it comes to this\nBring the yellow tape\nThe white cape, cause I'm so straight\nThru with the picket signs, take his job and stick it\nBigot, 'cause I get wicked","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.39] Now dis one dedicated to de man dem call MacGyver (bo!)\n[00:02.75] And all double-oh-seven James Bond man 'e from de area (gunshot, gunshot)\n[00:05.08] Maximum respect to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!)\n[00:06.81] And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get wicked!\n[00:17.60] One, two, three and I come with the wicked\n[00:19.88] Style and you know that I'm from, the wicked\n[00:22.10] Crew, act like you knew\n[00:23.75] Cause I got everybody jumpin' to the voodoo, kick it\n[00:26.63] Wicked, rhymes, picket, signs\n[00:28.83] While me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's\n[00:31.08] Play ya and I'll slay ya\n[00:32.88] I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir\n[00:35.08] Ready to buck buck buck and it's a must\n[00:37.82] To duck duck duck before I bust\n[00:40.07] Lookin for the one that did it\n[00:41.75] But like En Vogue, no you're never gonna get it\n[00:43.97] Cos I'm the one with the fat mad skills\n[00:46.32] And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills\n[00:48.63] Sittin' at the pad just chillin'\n[00:50.18] Cause Larry Wilkins just got two million, oh what a feelin\n[00:53.57] So shake that nigga and pass me the pill\n[00:55.75] And I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal\n[00:58.00] Like it, dig it, maybe and watch that ass get ???\n[01:01.82] Kick it cause I get wicked\n[01:20.43] Won't say nuttin', just listen\n[01:22.26] Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison\n[01:24.48] Come my way and get served\n[01:26.18] Still got a duece that'll bunny hop the curb\n[01:28.34] Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin\n[01:30.13] Never seen 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oh what a feelin' (so)\n\n  Shake that nigga and pass me the pill\n  And I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal\n  Like it, dig it, maybe, and watch that test tube baby\n  Kick it, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  You know dem wicked, Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\n  Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\n  Yes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\n  My name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man)\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck-buck (wicked), buck (wicked man), buck-buck\n\n  Don't say nothin', just listen\n  Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison\n  Come my way and get served\n  Still got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb\n  Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin\n  Never seen with a happy grin\n  Show the fat frown 'cause I'm down\n\n  Take a look around\n  All you see is big black boots steppin'\n  Use my steel toe as a weapon\n  Kick ya and flip ya, now they 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184930\n  end_ms: 186680\n- text: Hear the-, hear the-\n  start_ms: 186680\n  end_ms: 188630\n- text: Hear the wicked man\n  start_ms: 188630\n  end_ms: 191400\n- text: Hear the drummer get wicked\n  start_ms: 191400\n  end_ms: 192520\n- text: Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus pick up di mic\n  start_ms: 192520\n  end_ms: 195030\n- text: Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus put down di gun\n  start_ms: 195030\n  end_ms: 197380\n- text: Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n  start_ms: 197380\n  end_ms: 199670\n- text: Dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n  start_ms: 199670\n  end_ms: 201850\n- text: Yes, dem wicked, gwaan\n  start_ms: 201850\n  end_ms: 203990\n- text: Back wha, seen, den di one dem call Ice Cube\n  start_ms: 203990\n  end_ms: 207130\n- text: International superstar don gorgon style (buck)\n  start_ms: 207130\n  end_ms: 209670\n- text: Way back in Brooklyn, inside of Los Angeles, South Central style\n  start_ms: 209670\n  end_ms: 213460\n- text: Torcha Chambas (buck), dem run the country (maximum respect)\n  start_ms: 213460\n  end_ms: 216450\n- text: And my name is Don Jagwarr, we are the top celebrity seen\n  start_ms: 216450\n  end_ms: 219730\n- text: Because we wicked, we wicked, we pick up di mics\n  start_ms: 219730\n  end_ms: 222150\n- text: Yes, we wicked, we wicked, we put down di guns\n  start_ms: 222150\n  end_ms: 224240\n- text: Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, but we run di town\n  start_ms: 224240\n  end_ms: 226800\n- text: Wicked man\n  start_ms: 226800\n  end_ms: 229360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 229360\nplain: |-\n  Now dis one dedicated to di man dem call MacGyver (buck)\n  And all double-oh-seven James Bond spy man is from di area (gunshot, gunshot)\n  Maximum respect to di man dem call Ice Cube (buck, buck)\n  Him nah bust no deuce-deuce, no trey-eight, but four-four, wicked (right)\n  Uh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n  Uh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n\n  One, two, three and I come with the wicked\n  Style, and you know that I'm from, the wicked\n  Crew, act like you knew\n  'Cause I got everybody jumpin' to the voodoo, kick it\n  Wicked rhymes, picket signs\n  While me and the Mob gotta trunk full of .9s\n  Play ya and I'll slay ya\n  I got the mayor by the hair\n\n  Ready to buck, buck, buck and it's a must\n  To duck, duck, duck before I bust\n  Lookin' for the one that did it\n  But like in Vogue, no, you're never gonna get it\n  'Cause I'm the one with the fat mad skills\n  And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills\n  Sittin' at the pad just chillin'\n  'Cause Larry Parker just got two million, oh what a feelin' (so)\n\n  Shake that nigga and pass me the pill\n  And I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal\n  Like it, dig it, maybe, and watch that test tube baby\n  Kick it, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  You know dem wicked, Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\n  Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\n  Yes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\n  My name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man)\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck-buck (wicked), buck (wicked man), buck-buck\n\n  Don't say nothin', just listen\n  Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison\n  Come my way and get served\n  Still got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb\n  Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin\n  Never seen with a happy grin\n  Show the fat frown 'cause I'm down\n\n  Take a look around\n  All you see is big black boots steppin'\n  Use my steel toe as a weapon\n  Kick ya and flip ya, now they want to\n  Label this nigga tape with the sticker\n  Diggin' out girls that's nicety\n  Plus I got a body count like Ice-T\n\n  From here to New York\n  I get skins and ain't talkin' 'bout pork\n  Swine, pig, dig\n  Listen to the flow of a so-called negro\n  Who didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett\n  Dig it, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\n  Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\n  Yes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\n  My name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man), buck-buck\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man)\n\n  People wanna know how come\n  I got a gat, and I'm lookin' out the window like Malcolm\n  Ready to bring that noise\n  Kinda trigger-happy like the Geto Boys\n  April 29th brought power to the people\n  And we might just see a sequel, 'cause\n  Police got equal hate\n  A chazzer's a pig that don't fly straight\n\n  Through with Daryl Gates but is Willie Williams\n  Down with the pilgrims\n  Just a super slave\n  We'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave\n  I'm wicked enough to pull this\n  'Cause now it's on to the fullest\n  Gorilla straight from the mist\n  But I don't miss when it comes to (uh) this\n\n  Bring the yellow tape\n  The white cape, 'cause I'm so straight\n  Through with the picket signs\n  Take this job and stick it, bigot, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  Wicked man (haha, oh)\n  Hear the-, hear the-\n  Hear the wicked man\n  Hear the drummer get wicked\n\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus pick up di mic\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus put down di gun\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n  Dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n\n  Yes, dem wicked, gwaan\n  Back wha, seen, den di one dem call Ice Cube\n  International superstar don gorgon style (buck)\n  Way back in Brooklyn, inside of Los Angeles, South Central style\n  Torcha Chambas (buck), dem run the country (maximum respect)\n  And my name is Don Jagwarr, we are the top celebrity seen\n  Because we wicked, we wicked, we pick up di mics\n  Yes, we wicked, we wicked, we put down di guns\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, but we run di town\n  Wicked man\n"},{"id":24024187,"name":"Wicked (Instrumental)","trackName":"Wicked (Instrumental)","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Wicked (Single)","duration":240.378776,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now dis one dedicated to di man dem call MacGyver (buck)\nAnd all double-oh-seven James Bond spy man is from di area (gunshot, gunshot)\nMaximum respect to di man dem call Ice Cube (buck, buck)\nHim nah bust no deuce-deuce, no trey-eight, but four-four, wicked (right)\nUh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\nUh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n\nOne, two, three and I come with the wicked\nStyle, and you know that I'm from, the wicked\nCrew, act like you knew\n'Cause I got everybody jumpin' to the voodoo, kick it\nWicked rhymes, picket signs\nWhile me and the Mob gotta trunk full of .9s\nPlay ya and I'll slay ya\nI got the mayor by the hair\n\nReady to buck, buck, buck and it's a must\nTo duck, duck, duck before I bust\nLookin' for the one that did it\nBut like in Vogue, no, you're never gonna get it\n'Cause I'm the one with the fat mad skills\nAnd I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills\nSittin' at the pad just chillin'\n'Cause Larry Parker just got two million, oh what a feelin' (so)\n\nShake that nigga and pass me the pill\nAnd I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal\nLike it, dig it, maybe, and watch that test tube baby\nKick it, 'cause I get wicked\n\nYou know dem wicked, Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\nYes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\nYes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\nMy name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck (wicked, wicked man)\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck-buck (wicked), buck (wicked man), buck-buck\n\nDon't say nothin', just listen\nGot me a plan to break Tyson outta prison\nCome my way and get served\nStill got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb\nNappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin\nNever seen with a happy grin\nShow the fat frown 'cause I'm down\n\nTake a look around\nAll you see is big black boots steppin'\nUse my steel toe as a weapon\nKick ya and flip ya, now they want to\nLabel this nigga tape with the sticker\nDiggin' out girls that's nicety\nPlus I got a body count like Ice-T\n\nFrom here to New York\nI get skins and ain't talkin' 'bout pork\nSwine, pig, dig\nListen to the flow of a so-called negro\nWho didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett\nDig it, 'cause I get wicked\n\nIce Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\nYes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\nYes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\nMy name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck (wicked, wicked man), buck-buck\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck (wicked, wicked man)\n\nPeople wanna know how come\nI got a gat, and I'm lookin' out the window like Malcolm\nReady to bring that noise\nKinda trigger-happy like the Geto Boys\nApril 29th brought power to the people\nAnd we might just see a sequel, 'cause\nPolice got equal hate\nA chazzer's a pig that don't fly straight\n\nThrough with Daryl Gates but is Willie Williams\nDown with the pilgrims\nJust a super slave\nWe'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave\nI'm wicked enough to pull this\n'Cause now it's on to the fullest\nGorilla straight from the mist\nBut I don't miss when it comes to (uh) this\n\nBring the yellow tape\nThe white cape, 'cause I'm so straight\nThrough with the picket signs\nTake this job and stick it, bigot, 'cause I get wicked\n\nWicked man (haha, oh)\nHear the-, hear the-\nHear the wicked man\nHear the drummer get wicked\n\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus pick up di mic\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus put down di gun\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\nDem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n\nYes, dem wicked, gwaan\nBack wha, seen, den di one dem call Ice Cube\nInternational superstar don gorgon style (buck)\nWay back in Brooklyn, inside of Los Angeles, South Central style\nTorcha Chambas (buck), dem run the country (maximum respect)\nAnd my name is Don Jagwarr, we are the top celebrity seen\nBecause we wicked, we wicked, we pick up di mics\nYes, we wicked, we wicked, we put down di guns\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, but we run di town\nWicked man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wicked (Instrumental)\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Wicked (Single)\n  duration_ms: 240379\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now dis one dedicated to di man dem call MacGyver (buck)\n  And all double-oh-seven James Bond spy man is from di area (gunshot, gunshot)\n  Maximum respect to di man dem call Ice Cube (buck, buck)\n  Him nah bust no deuce-deuce, no trey-eight, but four-four, wicked (right)\n  Uh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n  Uh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n\n  One, two, three and I come with the wicked\n  Style, and you know that I'm from, the wicked\n  Crew, act like you knew\n  'Cause I got everybody jumpin' to the voodoo, kick it\n  Wicked rhymes, picket signs\n  While me and the Mob gotta trunk full of .9s\n  Play ya and I'll slay ya\n  I got the mayor by the hair\n\n  Ready to buck, buck, buck and it's a must\n  To duck, duck, duck before I bust\n  Lookin' for the one that did it\n  But like in Vogue, no, you're never gonna get it\n  'Cause I'm the one with the fat mad skills\n  And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills\n  Sittin' at the pad just chillin'\n  'Cause Larry Parker just got two million, oh what a feelin' (so)\n\n  Shake that nigga and pass me the pill\n  And I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal\n  Like it, dig it, maybe, and watch that test tube baby\n  Kick it, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  You know dem wicked, Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\n  Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\n  Yes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\n  My name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man)\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck-buck (wicked), 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double-oh-seven James Bond spy man is from di area (gunshot, gunshot)\nMaximum respect to di man dem call Ice Cube (buck, buck)\nHim nah bust no deuce-deuce, no trey-eight, but four-four, wicked (right)\nUh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\nUh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n\nOne, two, three and I come with the wicked\nStyle, and you know that I'm from, the wicked\nCrew, act like you knew\n'Cause I got everybody jumpin' to the voodoo, kick it\nWicked rhymes, picket signs\nWhile me and the Mob gotta trunk full of .9s\nPlay ya and I'll slay ya\nI got the mayor by the hair\n\nReady to buck, buck, buck and it's a must\nTo duck, duck, duck before I bust\nLookin' for the one that did it\nBut like in Vogue, no, you're never gonna get it\n'Cause I'm the one with the fat mad skills\nAnd I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills\nSittin' at the pad just chillin'\n'Cause Larry Parker just got two million, oh what a feelin' (so)\n\nShake that nigga and pass me the pill\nAnd I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille 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get skins and ain't talkin' 'bout pork\nSwine, pig, dig\nListen to the flow of a so-called negro\nWho didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett\nDig it, 'cause I get wicked\n\nIce Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\nYes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\nYes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\nMy name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck (wicked, wicked man), buck-buck\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck (wicked, wicked man)\n\nPeople wanna know how come\nI got a gat, and I'm lookin' out the window like Malcolm\nReady to bring that noise\nKinda trigger-happy like the Geto Boys\nApril 29th brought power to the people\nAnd we might just see a sequel, 'cause\nPolice got equal hate\nA chazzer's a pig that don't fly straight\n\nThrough with Daryl Gates but is Willie Williams\nDown with the pilgrims\nJust a super slave\nWe'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave\nI'm wicked enough to pull 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listen\n[01:22.41] Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison\n[01:24.57] Come my way and get served\n[01:26.31] Still got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb\n[01:28.82] Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin\n[01:30.44] Never seen with a happy grin\n[01:31.84] Show the fat frown 'cause I'm down\n[01:33.81] Take a look around\n[01:34.55] All you see is big black boots steppin'\n[01:37.18] Use my steel toe as a weapon\n[01:38.83] Kick ya and flip ya, now they want to\n[01:40.76] Label this nigga tape with the sticker\n[01:43.35] Diggin' out girls that's nicety\n[01:45.59] Plus I got a body count like Ice-T\n[01:48.12] From here to New York\n[01:49.46] I get skins and ain't talkin' 'bout pork\n[01:52.77] Swine, pig, dig\n[01:54.35] Listen to the flow of a so-called negro\n[01:57.26] Who didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett\n[01:59.90] Dig it, 'cause I get wicked\n[02:01.87] Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\n[02:03.23] Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\n[02:05.30] 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just chillin'\n  'Cause Larry Parker just got two million, oh what a feelin' (so)\n\n  Shake that nigga and pass me the pill\n  And I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal\n  Like it, dig it, maybe, and watch that test tube baby\n  Kick it, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  You know dem wicked, Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\n  Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\n  Yes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\n  My name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man)\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck-buck (wicked), buck (wicked man), buck-buck\n\n  Don't say nothin', just listen\n  Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison\n  Come my way and get served\n  Still got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb\n  Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin\n  Never seen with a happy grin\n  Show the fat frown 'cause I'm down\n\n  Take a look around\n  All you see is big black boots steppin'\n  Use my steel toe as a weapon\n  Kick ya and flip ya, now they want to\n  Label this nigga tape with the sticker\n  Diggin' out girls that's nicety\n  Plus I got a body count like Ice-T\n\n  From here to New York\n  I get skins and ain't talkin' 'bout pork\n  Swine, pig, dig\n  Listen to the flow of a so-called negro\n  Who didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett\n  Dig it, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\n  Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\n  Yes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\n  My name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man), buck-buck\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man)\n\n  People wanna know how come\n  I got a gat, and I'm lookin' out the window like Malcolm\n  Ready to bring that noise\n  Kinda trigger-happy like the Geto Boys\n  April 29th brought power to the people\n  And we might just see a sequel, 'cause\n  Police got equal hate\n  A chazzer's a pig that don't fly straight\n\n  Through with Daryl Gates but is Willie Williams\n  Down with the pilgrims\n  Just a super slave\n  We'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave\n  I'm wicked enough to pull this\n  'Cause now it's on to the fullest\n  Gorilla straight from the mist\n  But I don't miss when it comes to (uh) this\n\n  Bring the yellow tape\n  The white cape, 'cause I'm so straight\n  Through with the picket signs\n  Take this job and stick it, bigot, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  Wicked man (haha, oh)\n  Hear the-, hear the-\n  Hear the wicked man\n  Hear the drummer get wicked\n\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus pick up di mic\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus put down di gun\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n  Dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n\n  Yes, dem wicked, gwaan\n  Back wha, seen, den di one dem call Ice Cube\n  International superstar don gorgon style (buck)\n  Way back in Brooklyn, inside of Los Angeles, South Central style\n  Torcha Chambas (buck), dem run the country (maximum respect)\n  And my name is Don Jagwarr, we are the top celebrity seen\n  Because we wicked, we wicked, we pick up di mics\n  Yes, we wicked, we wicked, we put down di guns\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, but we run di town\n  Wicked man\n"},{"id":20958567,"name":"Wicked (Instrumental)","trackName":"Wicked (Instrumental)","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Wicked (5 Track Single)","duration":240.41325,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now dis one dedicated to di man dem call MacGyver (buck)\nAnd all double-oh-seven James Bond spy man is from di area (gunshot, gunshot)\nMaximum respect to di man dem call Ice Cube (buck, buck)\nHim nah bust no deuce-deuce, no trey-eight, but four-four, wicked (right)\nUh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\nUh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n\nOne, two, three and I come with the wicked\nStyle, and you know that I'm from, the wicked\nCrew, act like you knew\n'Cause I got everybody jumpin' to the voodoo, kick it\nWicked rhymes, picket signs\nWhile me and the Mob gotta trunk full of .9s\nPlay ya and I'll slay ya\nI got the mayor by the hair\n\nReady to buck, buck, buck and it's a must\nTo duck, duck, duck before I bust\nLookin' for the one that did it\nBut like in Vogue, no, you're never gonna get it\n'Cause I'm the one with the fat mad skills\nAnd I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills\nSittin' at the pad just chillin'\n'Cause Larry Parker just got two million, oh what a feelin' (so)\n\nShake that nigga and pass me the pill\nAnd I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal\nLike it, dig it, maybe, and watch that test tube baby\nKick it, 'cause I get wicked\n\nYou know dem wicked, Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\nYes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\nYes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\nMy name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck (wicked, wicked man)\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck-buck (wicked), buck (wicked man), buck-buck\n\nDon't say nothin', just listen\nGot me a plan to break Tyson outta prison\nCome my way and get served\nStill got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb\nNappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin\nNever seen with a happy grin\nShow the fat frown 'cause I'm down\n\nTake a look around\nAll you see is big black boots steppin'\nUse my steel toe as a weapon\nKick ya and flip ya, now they want to\nLabel this nigga tape with the sticker\nDiggin' out girls that's nicety\nPlus I got a body count like Ice-T\n\nFrom here to New York\nI get skins and ain't talkin' 'bout pork\nSwine, pig, dig\nListen to the flow of a so-called negro\nWho didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett\nDig it, 'cause I get wicked\n\nIce Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\nYes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\nYes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\nMy name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck (wicked, wicked man), buck-buck\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck (wicked, wicked man)\n\nPeople wanna know how come\nI got a gat, and I'm lookin' out the window like Malcolm\nReady to bring that noise\nKinda trigger-happy like the Geto Boys\nApril 29th brought power to the people\nAnd we might just see a sequel, 'cause\nPolice got equal hate\nA chazzer's a pig that don't fly straight\n\nThrough with Daryl Gates but is Willie Williams\nDown with the pilgrims\nJust a super slave\nWe'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave\nI'm wicked enough to pull this\n'Cause now it's on to the fullest\nGorilla straight from the mist\nBut I don't miss when it comes to (uh) this\n\nBring the yellow tape\nThe white cape, 'cause I'm so straight\nThrough with the picket signs\nTake this job and stick it, bigot, 'cause I get wicked\n\nWicked man (haha, oh)\nHear the-, hear the-\nHear the wicked man\nHear the drummer get wicked\n\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus pick up di mic\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus put down di gun\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\nDem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n\nYes, dem wicked, gwaan\nBack wha, seen, den di one dem call Ice Cube\nInternational superstar don gorgon style (buck)\nWay back in Brooklyn, inside of Los Angeles, South Central style\nTorcha Chambas (buck), dem run the country (maximum respect)\nAnd my name is Don Jagwarr, we are the top celebrity seen\nBecause we wicked, we wicked, we pick up di mics\nYes, we wicked, we wicked, we put down di guns\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, but we run di town\nWicked man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wicked (Instrumental)\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Wicked (5 Track Single)\n  duration_ms: 240413\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now dis one dedicated to di man dem call MacGyver (buck)\n  And all double-oh-seven James Bond spy man is from di area (gunshot, gunshot)\n  Maximum respect to di man dem call Ice Cube (buck, buck)\n  Him nah bust no deuce-deuce, no trey-eight, but four-four, wicked (right)\n  Uh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n  Uh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n\n  One, two, three and I come with the wicked\n  Style, and you know that I'm from, the wicked\n  Crew, act like you knew\n  'Cause I got everybody jumpin' to the voodoo, kick it\n  Wicked rhymes, picket signs\n  While me and the Mob gotta trunk full of .9s\n  Play ya and I'll slay ya\n  I got the mayor by the hair\n\n  Ready to buck, buck, buck and it's a must\n  To duck, duck, duck before I bust\n  Lookin' for the one that did it\n  But like in Vogue, no, you're never gonna get it\n  'Cause I'm the one with the fat mad skills\n  And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills\n  Sittin' at the pad just chillin'\n  'Cause Larry Parker just got two million, oh what a feelin' (so)\n\n  Shake that nigga and pass me the pill\n  And I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal\n  Like it, dig it, maybe, and watch that test tube baby\n  Kick it, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  You know dem wicked, Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\n  Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\n  Yes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\n  My name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man)\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck-buck (wicked), buck (wicked man), buck-buck\n\n  Don't say nothin', just listen\n  Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison\n  Come my way and get served\n  Still got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb\n  Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin\n  Never seen with a happy grin\n  Show the fat frown 'cause I'm down\n\n  Take a look around\n  All you see is big black boots steppin'\n  Use my steel toe as a weapon\n  Kick ya and flip ya, now they want to\n  Label this nigga tape with the sticker\n  Diggin' out girls that's nicety\n  Plus I got a body count like Ice-T\n\n  From here to New York\n  I get skins and ain't talkin' 'bout pork\n  Swine, pig, dig\n  Listen to the flow of a so-called negro\n  Who didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett\n  Dig it, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\n  Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\n  Yes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\n  My name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man), buck-buck\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man)\n\n  People wanna know how come\n  I got a gat, and I'm lookin' out the window like Malcolm\n  Ready to bring that noise\n  Kinda trigger-happy like the Geto Boys\n  April 29th brought power to the people\n  And we might just see a sequel, 'cause\n  Police got equal hate\n  A chazzer's a pig that don't fly straight\n\n  Through with Daryl Gates but is Willie Williams\n  Down with the pilgrims\n  Just a super slave\n  We'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave\n  I'm wicked enough to pull this\n  'Cause now it's on to the fullest\n  Gorilla straight from the mist\n  But I don't miss when it comes to (uh) this\n\n  Bring the yellow tape\n  The white cape, 'cause I'm so straight\n  Through with the picket signs\n  Take this job and stick it, bigot, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  Wicked man (haha, oh)\n  Hear the-, hear the-\n  Hear the wicked man\n  Hear the drummer get wicked\n\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus pick up di mic\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus put down di gun\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n  Dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n\n  Yes, dem wicked, gwaan\n  Back wha, seen, den di one dem call Ice Cube\n  International superstar don gorgon style (buck)\n  Way back in Brooklyn, inside of Los Angeles, South Central style\n  Torcha Chambas (buck), dem run the country (maximum respect)\n  And my name is Don Jagwarr, we are the top celebrity seen\n  Because we wicked, we wicked, we pick up di mics\n  Yes, we wicked, we wicked, we put down di guns\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, but we run di town\n  Wicked man\n"},{"id":21412576,"name":"Wicked (Intrumental)","trackName":"Wicked (Intrumental)","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Wicked (4 Track Single)","duration":237.670375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now dis one dedicated to di man dem call MacGyver (buck)\nAnd all double-oh-seven James Bond spy man is from di area (gunshot, gunshot)\nMaximum respect to di man dem call Ice Cube (buck, buck)\nHim nah bust no deuce-deuce, no trey-eight, but four-four, wicked (right)\nUh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\nUh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n\nOne, two, three and I come with the wicked\nStyle, and you know that I'm from, the wicked\nCrew, act like you knew\n'Cause I got everybody jumpin' to the voodoo, kick it\nWicked rhymes, picket signs\nWhile me and the Mob gotta trunk full of .9s\nPlay ya and I'll slay ya\nI got the mayor by the hair\n\nReady to buck, buck, buck and it's a must\nTo duck, duck, duck before I bust\nLookin' for the one that did it\nBut like in Vogue, no, you're never gonna get it\n'Cause I'm the one with the fat mad skills\nAnd I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills\nSittin' at the pad just chillin'\n'Cause Larry Parker just got two million, oh what a feelin' (so)\n\nShake that nigga and pass me the pill\nAnd I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal\nLike it, dig it, maybe, and watch that test tube baby\nKick it, 'cause I get wicked\n\nYou know dem wicked, Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\nYes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\nYes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\nMy name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck (wicked, wicked man)\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck-buck (wicked), buck (wicked man), buck-buck\n\nDon't say nothin', just listen\nGot me a plan to break Tyson outta prison\nCome my way and get served\nStill got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb\nNappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin\nNever seen with a happy grin\nShow the fat frown 'cause I'm down\n\nTake a look around\nAll you see is big black boots steppin'\nUse my steel toe as a weapon\nKick ya and flip ya, now they want to\nLabel this nigga tape with the sticker\nDiggin' out girls that's nicety\nPlus I got a body count like Ice-T\n\nFrom here to New York\nI get skins and ain't talkin' 'bout pork\nSwine, pig, dig\nListen to the flow of a so-called negro\nWho didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett\nDig it, 'cause I get wicked\n\nIce Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\nYes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\nYes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\nMy name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck (wicked, wicked man), buck-buck\nLook at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\nBuck (wicked, wicked man)\n\nPeople wanna know how come\nI got a gat, and I'm lookin' out the window like Malcolm\nReady to bring that noise\nKinda trigger-happy like the Geto Boys\nApril 29th brought power to the people\nAnd we might just see a sequel, 'cause\nPolice got equal hate\nA chazzer's a pig that don't fly straight\n\nThrough with Daryl Gates but is Willie Williams\nDown with the pilgrims\nJust a super slave\nWe'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave\nI'm wicked enough to pull this\n'Cause now it's on to the fullest\nGorilla straight from the mist\nBut I don't miss when it comes to (uh) this\n\nBring the yellow tape\nThe white cape, 'cause I'm so straight\nThrough with the picket signs\nTake this job and stick it, bigot, 'cause I get wicked\n\nWicked man (haha, oh)\nHear the-, hear the-\nHear the wicked man\nHear the drummer get wicked\n\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus pick up di mic\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus put down di gun\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\nDem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n\nYes, dem wicked, gwaan\nBack wha, seen, den di one dem call Ice Cube\nInternational superstar don gorgon style (buck)\nWay back in Brooklyn, inside of Los Angeles, South Central style\nTorcha Chambas (buck), dem run the country (maximum respect)\nAnd my name is Don Jagwarr, we are the top celebrity seen\nBecause we wicked, we wicked, we pick up di mics\nYes, we wicked, we wicked, we put down di guns\nYes, dem wicked, dem wicked, but we run di town\nWicked man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wicked (Intrumental)\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Wicked (4 Track Single)\n  duration_ms: 237670\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now dis one dedicated to di man dem call MacGyver (buck)\n  And all double-oh-seven James Bond spy man is from di area (gunshot, gunshot)\n  Maximum respect to di man dem call Ice Cube (buck, buck)\n  Him nah bust no deuce-deuce, no trey-eight, but four-four, wicked (right)\n  Uh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n  Uh, wicked man, uh, get wicked\n\n  One, two, three and I come with the wicked\n  Style, and you know that I'm from, the wicked\n  Crew, act like you knew\n  'Cause I got everybody jumpin' to the voodoo, kick it\n  Wicked rhymes, picket signs\n  While me and the Mob gotta trunk full of .9s\n  Play ya and I'll slay ya\n  I got the mayor by the hair\n\n  Ready to buck, buck, buck and it's a must\n  To duck, duck, duck before I bust\n  Lookin' for the one that did it\n  But like in Vogue, no, you're never gonna get it\n  'Cause I'm the one with the fat mad skills\n  And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills\n  Sittin' at the pad just chillin'\n  'Cause Larry Parker just got two million, oh what a feelin' (so)\n\n  Shake that nigga and pass me the pill\n  And I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal\n  Like it, dig it, maybe, and watch that test tube baby\n  Kick it, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  You know dem wicked, Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\n  Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\n  Yes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\n  My name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man)\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck-buck (wicked), buck (wicked man), buck-buck\n\n  Don't say nothin', just listen\n  Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison\n  Come my way and get served\n  Still got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb\n  Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin\n  Never seen with a happy grin\n  Show the fat frown 'cause I'm down\n\n  Take a look around\n  All you see is big black boots steppin'\n  Use my steel toe as a weapon\n  Kick ya and flip ya, now they want to\n  Label this nigga tape with the sticker\n  Diggin' out girls that's nicety\n  Plus I got a body count like Ice-T\n\n  From here to New York\n  I get skins and ain't talkin' 'bout pork\n  Swine, pig, dig\n  Listen to the flow of a so-called negro\n  Who didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett\n  Dig it, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound\n  Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground\n  Yes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound\n  My name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked)\n\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man), buck-buck\n  Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked\n  Buck (wicked, wicked man)\n\n  People wanna know how come\n  I got a gat, and I'm lookin' out the window like Malcolm\n  Ready to bring that noise\n  Kinda trigger-happy like the Geto Boys\n  April 29th brought power to the people\n  And we might just see a sequel, 'cause\n  Police got equal hate\n  A chazzer's a pig that don't fly straight\n\n  Through with Daryl Gates but is Willie Williams\n  Down with the pilgrims\n  Just a super slave\n  We'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave\n  I'm wicked enough to pull this\n  'Cause now it's on to the fullest\n  Gorilla straight from the mist\n  But I don't miss when it comes to (uh) this\n\n  Bring the yellow tape\n  The white cape, 'cause I'm so straight\n  Through with the picket signs\n  Take this job and stick it, bigot, 'cause I get wicked\n\n  Wicked man (haha, oh)\n  Hear the-, hear the-\n  Hear the wicked man\n  Hear the drummer get wicked\n\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus pick up di mic\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus put down di gun\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n  Dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town\n\n  Yes, dem wicked, gwaan\n  Back wha, seen, den di one dem call Ice Cube\n  International superstar don gorgon style (buck)\n  Way back in Brooklyn, inside of Los Angeles, South Central style\n  Torcha Chambas (buck), dem run the country (maximum respect)\n  And my name is Don Jagwarr, we are the top celebrity seen\n  Because we wicked, we wicked, we pick up di mics\n  Yes, we wicked, we wicked, we put down di guns\n  Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, but we run di town\n  Wicked man\n"}]