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      'Cuz in a couple of simple fuckin' phrases   I'm gonna hip you to the fuckin' place of   The brand new mad style, uh      'Cuz these are the days of wild, hit me   (Hold onto your wits)   (Hold onto your wits)      Pop guns and [unverified] brother please   We're too wise for now   Since the other nineties 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 nine two and it's called my brain      Shoot another brother? Not today   Death from envy is the only way   Here I can tear shit up 'cuz 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   ([unverified])   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 'cuz 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 wanna 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 wanna take the stand   Mind your own motherfucker, let a man be a man   I can tear shit up y'all 'cuz 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      (Hold onto your wits)   (Hold onto your wits)      Hit me   Hit me   Hit me   ...