Days of Wild

Album: Crystal Ball (Disc 3) (1998)
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  • (Hold... hold... hold onto your wits!)

    Break down
    This is a bust (Hold onto your wits!)
    All you sorry motherfuckers up against the wall
    If you don't play, bite the dust
    Cause in a couple of simple fuckin' phrases
    I'm gonna hip you to the fuckin' place of
    The brand new mad style, uh
    Cause these are the days of wild - hit me!

    [Repeat: 2X]
    (Hold onto your wits!)

    Pop guns and weed?
    Brother please!
    We're to wise for now, since the other 90's was better suited for that biz
    Back when Dick was fuckin' Liz
    Before soda pop had fizz
    Don't blame it on a jockstrap full of jizz
    Mentality so insane
    I got a Tech-9 to and it's called my brain
    Shoot another brother? Not today
    Death from envy is the only way
    Here I can tear shit up 'cause that's my style
    And these are the days of wild - hit me! (Hold onto your wits!)
    These are the days of wild (Hold onto your wits!)
    These are the days of wild

    Hooker, bitch and ho, I don't think so
    I only knew one and never told her though
    I thought about many times (Diss me?)
    But that's the kind of shit that make you check your mind
    Is your blood type the type that flows
    Or is your blood type the type just stereo?
    A woman every day should be thanked
    Not disrespected, not raped or spanked
    And if a woman ever said I did
    Uh, she's a motherfuckin' liar and I'm a set-up kid
    And I can tear shit up y'all 'cause that's my style
    And these are the days of wild - hit me! (Hold onto your wits!)
    These are the days of wild (Hold onto your wits!)

    Oh oh oh, by the way, I play guitar!

    Tennis shoes and caps, now that's phat
    Up until the day another want to laugh behind your back
    Sayin' we all look the same, huh
    God bless America, home of the brave
    I'd rather dress to make a woman stare
    I'm puttin' on somethin' that another won't dare
    It's a freezer burn compared to cool
    And if you still got loot, then who's the fool?
    Everybody want to take the stand
    Mind your own motherfucker, let a man be a man
    I can tear shit up y'all 'cause that's my style
    And these are the days of wild - hit me! (Hold onto your wits!)
    These are the days of wild - hit me! (Hold onto your wits!)
    These are the days of wild - hit me!

    Much props to the upside down double six
    Baddest, freezer burnin', head turnin', make a brother yearnin',
    Sister walkin' the face
    You know who you are
    For love

    [Repeat: 2X]
    (Hold onto your wits!)

    [Repeat to fade]
    Hit me! Writer/s: PRINCE ROGERS NELSON
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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