Wipe Ya Mouf lyrics

Smif-N-Wessun - “Wipe Ya Mouf”
[Emcee(s): Steele and Tek]
[Producer(s): Baby Paul]
[Sample 1 (Hook/Riff): Ahmad Jamal - “You’re Welcome, Stop On By” (0:00)]
[Sample 2 (Drums): Stanley Clark - “Slow Dance” (0:00)]

[Verse 1: Steele]
Walking down the street, watching
You clocking me. Could it be ‘cause
I’m magnetic? Yet it gives me a f*cking headache
‘Cause it’s pathetic when n*ggas jump on your di*k and sweat it
But it gets hectic when I set it off by sick
Jazz n*ggas, stop stressing Smif-N-Wessun
From the corners of my red eyes, I peeped you
But you don’t know ‘cause I rock my rag real low, move
Slow ‘cause you might get moved on, can’t even
Get my crews on without n*ggas putting their screws on
sh*t ain’t cool son ‘cause soon, one day
I feel I’m gonna have to lay somebody for real
A deal is, but Steele is strictly business
So when di*k-riders slide around, I dismiss sh*t
And get with Boot Camp Clik, how we flip sh*t
On the regular, forever stay on our own di*k

[Hook: Tek]
Lick off a shot, you no di*k-rider
Lick off a shot, you twist up ganja
Lick off a shot, you no di*k-rider
Lick off a shot, you big money-spender
Lick off a shot, you no di*k-rider
Lick off a shot, you no follower
Lick off a shot, you no di*k-rider
Lick off a shot for Jah Rastafari

[Verse 2: Tek]
I’m pulling
Your coats to the side of the block we’ve all been to
See them on the corner when you’re looking out your window
The di*k-riders on di*k-Riders’ Boulevard
You’s that large, ain’t even gotta look hard
You got a couple probably at the crib as we speak
In Ninety Now, ain’t no room in town for the weak
Don’t laugh though. Stress’ll make a n*gga hurt something
Precede to get some yard weed ‘cause the dread is pumping
And as I approach, I’m greeted by my cous’ Roach
“What up, ya high-ass n*gga? Yo, your sh*t’s the dope!”
And then he just K.I.M., Keep It Moving, damn
And now here comes the di*k-riders screaming, “You the man”
Until I turn my back, bet they’re quick to grab the gat
The head di*k-rider said, “I know where he live at”
See that’s what I’m talking. Sucking di*k while you’re walking
Now you’s the target of the Boot Camp stalk kids

[Hook: Tek]
Lick off a shot, you no di*k-rider
Lick off a shot, you no c*ck-blocker
Lick off a shot, you no di*k-rider
Lick off a shot, you the ganja hot-seller
Lick off a shot, you no di*k-rider
Lick off a shot for number one mama
Lick off a shot, you no di*k-rider
Lick off a shot for the marijuana

[Verse 3: Steele]
Ayyo
Haktu. (What up, son?) You know money over there? (Nah)
The one who wan’ stare over here like I’m tried scared (di*k-rider)
Me or maybe check what I wear, see. I represent
Lovely for my Timb tree to my D-I-C-
-K. Every day, all day, we stay read up
If you ride di*ks, then shut up, keep it moving ‘cause I’m fed up

[Verse 4: Tek]
You took
The words right out my mouth, S-T. Got n*ggas riding
We, tryna suck on these trees. Pockets full of lent
Hummers browner than sh*t. Wanna suck and duck
‘Cause he’s the neighborhood di*k-rider
If I was a bag of smoke, would I be chocolate?
It’s Smif-N-Wessun, keep our di*k out your mouth, kid