A.D.I.D.A.S Single
There are only four songs on this album. Three are of A.D.I.D.A.S so I'll only post the lyrics once
cuz the words don't change though out the different remixes. There are clips of all the mixes on this cd.
EXPLICIT LYRICS! so don't say I didn't warn you!
A.D.I.D.A.S
Clip of SYNCHRO DUB
Clip of UNDER PRESSURE MIX
Clip of THE WET DREAM MIX
Oh I'm gonna see somehow it always seems that I'm dreaming of something I could never be
Doesn't matter to me 'cuz I will always be that pimp I see in all of my fantasies
I don't know your fucking name, so what let's...
Screaming at me the only way that I can truly be free from my fucked up reality
So I dream and stroke it harder 'cuz it's so fun to see my face stairing back at me
I don't know your fucking name, so what let's fuck
All Day I Dream About Sex
All day I dream about fucking
All day I dream about fucking
All Day I Dream About Sex, yes,
All Day I Dream About Sex and,
All Day I Dream About Sex, yes,
All Day I Dream About Sex
All Day I Dream About Sex
All day I dream about fucking.
WICKED
Clip of tear the roof off mix
Featuring Chino Moreno, Originally by Ice Cube
Yo Chuck We got running mixes... in the headphones
Ah ha ha ha ha Wicked
Ha Ha 1 2 3 and I come with the wicked style, and you know that I'm from the wicked
crew, you act like you knew, but I got everybody jumping to the voodoo. You kickin'
wicked rhymes, picket signs, me and my mob got a truck full of 9's. Drop then I'll slay ya,
bang, bang, birthday for the a-hole Ready to buck, buck, buck, but it's a must to duck,
duck, duck, before I bust ya, looking for the one that did it. You want my vote, no your
never gonna get it, cause I'm the one with the phat mad skills, and I won't choke like the
Buffalo Bills. Sittin' at the pad just chillin', Larry Parker just got 2 million, oh what a
fucking feeling That nigger done past me the pill, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille O'Neal.
Wicked, wreckin' baby I'll rock that test tube baby, take it...
Cuz I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to
keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire But now I'm in your
face, so you'll keep on your fire
Don't say nothing just listen, got me a plan to break Tyson out of prison. You going my way
you get served, still got a deuce then I bunny hop the curb. Nappy head, nappy chest,
nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin, going flat frown cause I'm down, so take a look
around, all you see is big black boots steppin', use my steel toe as a weapon. And it's
awfully quiet you want to live with this nigger, to with the stick. Ah, but that's nasty, 'cause
I got a body count like Ice-T. From in New York I get them skins, and I ain't talking about
pork. Your sly, you pig, dig, listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasian, oh, your
picket signs, you know all this funky ass wisdom picket budget talking.
'Cuz I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to
keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire But now I'm in your
face, so you'll keep on your fire
People wanna know how come I got a Gat and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm.
Ready to bring that noise and going to get heavy like the Ghetto Boyz. December 29th was
power to the people, you might just see a sequel, 'cause police got equal pay, a horse is a
pig that don't fly straight. I'm doin Daryl Gates but it's Willie Willams, I'm down with the
pilgrims, I'm through with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out...
'Cuz I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to
keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire But now I'm in your
face, so you'll keep on your fire
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