Way Too Vicious - B-Legit, E-40

Ay, you want me to spit some shit?

Right now?

What you wanna hear?

Alright, check it out…

Funky fresh for the AP-9-Tré

Straight from the muthafuckin' northern Bay

It’s The C-L-I-C-K, all up in your anus hole

Loungin' in the deuce getting wild and loose

A young loc get by fuckin' with St. Ides

Watching my brother ‘cause I’m loving a pimp

And I can’t wait until I learn his limp

So I can walk that walk, mayne, and talk that talk

Sport his clothes and fuck much hoes

‘Cause as a youngsta, I never knew Nathan

But I knew a Franklin could get me some dank and

I could get an ounce, break it down to 20s

Make my money back and I still stack plenty

With attitude, man, dude, I knew (What you knew?)

That I’ma be a Savage in 1992 ('92, '93)

A hog muthafucka, filled with anger

A 30-round clip with one in the chamber

And my mean mug foul, make me look suspicious (Why's that?)

Because I’m way too vicious

Now that I’m knowing some thangs

You know, like running this here rap game

Some ol' scandalous ass muthafucka wanna put dirt in my name

Boy talkin' about E-40 and The Click, they the muthafuckas going around here

doing all

This damn jackin'

Knowin' we ain’t doing nothing but rappin'

We just some rapped out muthafuckas… MUTHAFUCKA!

Never could be a busta… MUTHAFUCKA!

Hella folks be lovin' us ‘cause we real about this shit

My city is on the map now ‘cause of the different styles that we spit

Eeny-meeny-miney-mo, catch a nigga by his curl

Got my money, let him go, if not, nigga, shoot the hoe

And let it be known that I’m strapped and ready

‘Cause it’s fonk when you fuckin' wit' fetti

Scrappin' like hogs ‘til the end though

And I was hittin' muthafuckas like indo

Tackin' ‘em out, mayne, and that’s fa sho (Who was it?)

Me and 40 Water, lettin' ‘em know

That we was shakin' ‘em up, wreckin' ‘em up, breakin' ‘em off proper

Bulletproof vest, Glock 10, and a chopper

I go Sing Sing, sick in the head, Napa State retarded

Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic

I ain’t no sucka, so don’t call me Lollipop

Uh, fuck around and make me mad and I’ma blow my top

(Where you from?) You see, I’m straight from the northern Bay where they spit

loogies at

Hoochies

I’m down with The C-L-I-C-K and we smooth old schools, not Suzukis

Beanie caps, pea coats, and all that

Much dap to my little brother Young Mugzi way up there in Sac

(What he doing?) Strapped after dark and I know he’s with this

Huh, ‘cause we way too vicious

Yeah, man, a muthafucka way too vicious in this whole shit, you know

A muthafucka just can’t run up without getting done up, you know what I’m sayin'

Muthafuckas overheads in this, boy, you gotta be on your P’s and Q’s, boy

Watch your back at all times, mayne

Know what I’m sayin', play your cards right, junior

You never know what goes down on this side of town

Ay B, drop that ol' shit about that other situation, mayne

Shit got fonky again last night

So I did a drive-by in broad daylight (Broad daylight?)

Mobbed through the ghetto with the ski mask down

Hopped out the Cut', let loose some rounds

Boom boom boom (BOOM BOOM), and it was dropper

On straight drama, I think I heard a nigga yell «Mama»

But she can’t help ‘cause she was hittin' the dirt

(What else?) Fucked up her hip, and ripped her skirt

And guess who comes through?

Who?

Me?

Perkin' off some of that Rossi

Me and my whole Mossie

Amped, geeked, juiced, stoned

Twisted, burnt, full of it, gone

In a four-barrel Camaro so we can get up out

Ready to melt some muthafuckas and take the under route

But here comes the po-po's (DAMN!)

He fucked our whole little PROGRAM

Now we gotta outsmart ‘em, skee-skrt

Hit a couple of corners, that’ll work

Turned off the lights, got out the car, and you can kiss this

Bye-bye now, ‘cause we way too vicious

Ay B, ay, the proof is in the pudding, boy

Ay, muthafuckas way too vicious, boy

Yeah, muthafucka come in here with a master plan, man

Full diagram and the whole bit

Ay, that’s real though, you know

Ain’t no tellin', that’s what Jack told Helen

Muthafuckas like us be like really bellin', mayne, you know

Yeah, on the gooch though, you know

Ay, been a long road though, boy

Long road, mayne—we in here doing this shit though for the tré

For the muthafuckin' tré

Yeah, moving on, boy, Sick Wid It Records, boy

Finna expand on they asshole, too

Yeah

Hahahaha, that’s real though

Yeah

We be keepin' that shit like on the super side

On the super super super side

Ay, pass me some of that Rossi though, junior

Here you go, what

The muthafuckin' Savage is in the house, hahahaha

Yeah

That’s real, nigga;

that’s my muthafuckin' nigga