Way Too Vicious

Lyrics

[Intro: E-40] Ayy, 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 motherfuckin' northern Bay It's The C-L-I-C-K, all off in that anus hole [Verse 1: B-Legit | E-40 | Both] Loungin' in the deuce getting wild and loose A young loc get by fuckin' with St. Ides Watching my brother 'cause I'm lovin' 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 this attitude, man, dude, I knew (What you knew?) That I'ma be a Savage in 1992 ('92, '93) A hog motherfucker, 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 [Verse 2: E-40] Now that I'm doing some things You know, like running this here rap game Some ol' scandalous ass motherfucker wanna put dirt in my name Boy talkin' about E-40 and The Click, they the motherfuckers going around here doing all this damn jackin' Knowin' we ain't doing nothing but rappin' We just some rapped out motherfuckers, motherfucker! Never could be a busta, motherfucker! Hella folks be lovin' us 'cause we real about this shit My city is on the map now 'cause of the different style that we spit [Verse 3: B-Legit | E-40] Eeny-meeny-miney-murl, catch a nigga by his curl Got my money, let him go, if not, nigga, shoot the ho (Shoot the ho) And let it be known that I'm strapped and ready 'Cause it's funk when you fuckin' wit' fetti Scrappin' like hogs 'til the end though And I was hittin' motherfuckers like indo Tackin' 'em out, mayne, and that's fa sho (Who was it?) Me and 40 Water, lettin' 'em know [Verse 4: E-40 | B-Legit] 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 sucker, 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 swoop 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 [Interlude: B-Legit | E-40] Yeah, man, a motherfucker way too vicious in this whole shit, you know A motherfucker just can't run up without getting done up, you know what I'm sayin'? Motherfuckers 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 Ayy B, drop that ol' shit about that other situation, mayne [Verse 5: B-Legit | E-40] Shit got funky again last night So I did a drive-by in broad daylight (Broad daylight?) Mobbed through the ghetto with the ski mask down (Uh-huh) Hopped out the Cut', let loose some rounds Boom boom boom and it was trauma Causin' 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? [Verse 6: E-40] 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 (Uh-huh) Ready to melt some motherfuckers and take the under route (Yo, what happened?) But here comes the po-po's (Damn!) He fucked our whole little PROGRAM Now we gotta outsmart 'em, skee-skrrt 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 [Outro: B-Legit | E-40] Ayy B, ayy, the proof is in the pudding, boy Ayy, motherfuckers way too vicious, boy Yeah, motherfucker come in here with a master plan, man Full diagram and the whole bit Ayy, that's real, though, you know Ain't no tellin', that's what Jack told Helen Motherfuckers like us be like really bailin', mayne, you know Yeah, on the gooch though, you know Ayy, been a long road though, boy Long road, mayne — we in here doing this shit though for the tré For the motherfuckin' 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 Ayy, pass me some of that Rossi though, junior Here you go, what The motherfuckin' Savage is in the house, hahahaha Yeah Haha, hahahaha, that's real, nigga; that's my motherfuckin' nigga