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
