- Votes:
- Composers:
- Leroy Middlebrooks
- Sylvester Stewart
- Andre Weston
- Marshall Jones
- Eric Sadler
- Willie Hines
- Stanley Jones
- Keith Shocklee
- Leroy Bonner
- Eddie Goodman
- Anthony Holmes
- Carlton Ridenhour
- Hank Shocklee
- O'Shea Jackson
- David Lynch
- Marvin Pierce
- Clare
 
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Eels - Stars Shine In The Sky Tonight lyrics
Yo chuck we got runnin' in mixes and da headphones
 Ha, ah, 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
 Play ya and I'll slay ya
 I got thug made dough by the hey a
 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 you're never gonna get it
 'Cause I'm the one with the tight mad skills
 And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills
 Sittin' at the pad just chillin'
 'Cos Larry Parker just got 2 million
 Oh, what a fucking feeling
 That nigger done pass me the pill
 And I slam dunk it like Shaquille O'Neal
 Wicked, wreckin' baby
 I'll rock that test tube baby, take it
 'Cause 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
 "Wicked"
 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 that'll bunny hop the curb
 Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin
 Never seen with a happy grin
 Show the phat 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
 Kick ya and flip ya
 Now they want to label this one with a stick
 Hopin' that's not a stick
 'Cause I got a body count like in the city
 From men in New YorkEels - Stars Shine In The Sky Tonight - http://motolyrics.com/eels/stars-shine-in-the-sky-tonight-lyrics.html
 I get them skins and I ain't talking about pork
 Ya slut, 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
 'Cause 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
 Wicked, prop, ch, ch, ch
 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
 April 29th was power to the people
 And 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 Gitts 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 and die
 'Cause 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
 'Cause 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
 Wicked, oh, ass hole well I come
 I come say
 'Cause 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
 'Cause 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
 Wicked, oh, ass hole well I come
 I come say









