Lost In My Wicked Wayz - Lil Travieso

(Feat. Ice Cube) [Cube] Ha, Ha, Ha That's right nigga Southwest connection (straight up) Servin' more than peanuts bitch Niggas tryin' to stay rich [Mike] How many ways... can a killa get paid? [Mike] How many niggas want a gansta boogie I see the junkie in your eyes What do you see me when you see me A G in disguise Been hypmotized since '85 with gansta shit All you niggas get live and represent my click Got bits and pieces on my mind commin' together like lettuce Dear God protect us, cause we're mobbin' like Good Fellas Alias Carlion, maybe the war is on Prone to let my daughter live rich before she's grown If I murdered Capone, would you consider me a villian Chillin' with millionares, ex-killers, and set-trippers My murderous complex begin to hit 'cha Slip ya worse than New Jersey Drive niggas Cause I'm in a Rush to bust straps like mack-10's When I'm strapped in A '95 Impala Breakin' like Vegas for my dolla While I'm commin' like a hundred miles and gunnin' who gonna test The southwests connect when it ain't shit you possess Yes we got the endo Splurgin' in Benzo Turnin' virgins to nymphos Look what 'cha in fo A 'G thats gonna let his khakis sag Mr. Mike and Ice Cube, franch braids and rags Byatch [Chorus X2] How many wicked wayz, can a gansta' get his pays When he's trapped in a maze [Cube] I represent the phrase that says crime pays Bitches can we fuck, niggas' can we blaze [Cube] I treat bitches like puppies I got a plate full of guppies Appropriate dish for the big fish Niggas' rich They have my straps Women with gaps Now they wanna' sit in my laps and listen to raps But no Heard a nigga' tight named Mr. Mike Had to catch a flight, its only right Stepped of the plane, Mean Green and Tony Draper Killa was the caper Lets make some paper [Mike] See we can't get enough of this gansta' shit Sick as leukemia for weed in my gansta' click Lets take riches Witness two niggas' dome in the killa' zone Bring your killa' chrome Cause we headed to the terror dome Some niggas' never make it home As long as you got your front I got your back, its on like that And like this Let the weed blow, cause all you G's know Who got the wickedess flow The criminiminals [Chorus X2] [Cube] Say What Niggas' wanna' short my cuts Say what Niggas' wanna' check my nuts How you sound Ganstas' make the world go 'round Guppies bow down I'm with some killas' from H-town Chase his ass down to Atlanta, GA Find out where he stay Locate my gate Catch him in the hall Make his ass call And then I want ya'll to kill cousin's and all (Ha, Ha, Ha) They won't believe all the heat I bring From Palm Springs Niggas in line to catch the ring Of the dyin' Keepin' it calm, so talk slow Cause you'll never know When I'm ready to blow I'm a pro of the lifestyle of the Bloods and Crips Make a lot of cookies filled with chocolate chips The Westsides always been down with the South With Suave mother fuckin' House [Chorus x4]

(I'd really like to use cash) I told all my haters "Bye", I told them hundreds "Hello" They like how I play it smooth, say I'm a clever fellow I got my nigga living lavish, he came from the ghetto I told my bro to stay up tall like he got on stilettos Stackin' up like Legos I got money now, so bitches acting like they prego Getting racks like Melo Know I got to stay on ten, I got to keep my head on She mad 'cause I done fucked her friend, she like, "You know you dead wrong" Damn, I gotta change my ways Now it's 60 on my neck, remember my chains was fake (ice, ice) 'Member back when times were hard, we prayed for better days But now I'm gettin' paid Now I'm bringin' home them racks, I'm fillin' up the safe Now I make like 30 bands, that's just to rock the stage I cut her off, now she on Instagram, she posting pictures listening to Rod Wave Man, ain't that a shame? She done showed me all her love, but I still did her wrong (mm-mm-mm) Even though I always try my best to do her right I always end up fuckin' up, girl, we ain't lastin' long I swear my brodie always keep it tucked, yeah, he gon' blast the chrome My niggas love it when I tell the plug to go and ship them P's My bitches love it when I take 'em home And fuck 'em to my songs (on God, it's no cap, no hat, real shit) Yeah, that's just how it be Niggas tryna ride my wave, I'm tryna ride the beat Bad bitch put on my scuba suit, I'm finna dive in deep Say you got paper, I believe in what my eyes can see For that money I be feenin', man I swear I need it They didn't think that I could do it, but I beat the odds Biggest Ski, bitch I'm the MVP, I think I'm undefeated (Ski) Yeah, nigga The Biggest Ski man Nah, not the lil one (Ski)