Mic Righteous - Wild Boyz Lyrics

Wild Boyz Lyrics ayo its six oÂ'clock on the dot c-money comes and picks me up he beeps 3 times i throw my 90s on we hit the pub iÂ'm charged up, everybodyÂ's getting spuds mouth getting numb i need a lager pull up to the cark park blasting skibba in his prime one nation 99, a windy night we hit the bar and get a pint iÂ'm sitting by the pool table, heard him say is he mic? i turn my waist he