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Naughty By Nature Miscellaneous Slang Bang Intro: Vin Rock Treach Hup yeah Guess who's back? Hup hup Naughty By Nature's in the house Guess who's back? settin off the 19Naughty4/ Naughty5 flavour Guess who's back? Word up this is how we do things Guess who's back? Uhh Hook: (x2) Cos it's a slang bang thang Slang bang it's a slang bang thang a slang bang thang Verse 1: Vin Rock Treach Hup Get up get up but don't push me cos I ain't mooshy mooshy, you can't mash me You chocolate bastard with your smile, your face looks ashy Sendin detrip witta free trip to blast out outer See this, cos I'm that nigga that'll leave you ass out like G-strings Meanin I'm fienin, your heart trips when it stay at work So fuck fear you fear-fuck, one jerk I'll make your head hurt The punani, they're making pairs perk, who'll dare flirt I get kitty's from your city, just near where your mans work I be on that ass like ol' mole, turnin your whole show slow-mo Cos you're too good to corroso I'm on and off so you know my shit ain't partial Pardon me, packin arsenals, takin knees and nostrils Our style is savagery, you try to be the badder G You ain't even the man, you just the filling, where's the cavity? Father be grabbin it, gravity, have the gravity grabbin Actually after we nigga naturally have to meet Hook (x4) Verse 2: Treach One check to the chin and you'll be bust quicker than liquor Aw shit, pop her chain and lock her rock, a city slicker Slick a rhyme, kick or vick her, knock her without a popper I take the cake, took the chain but left the lock up Love me or leave me, hate me or like me Might be gettin feisty, fuck yeah I'm sheisty Shit yeah, I fit there, *?sqwin?* your shit wear You're a trick until you niggered me a bitch without liquid Some thank me for puttin the hanky in panky Slappin stanky like lightning, stickin Yankees like Benjamin Franky Fuck buyin kitty cases and city lights Just give my loot, get your licks and get all the high titties right But then I'm into what you bitches is sayin So I wasn't really feelin on her ass, I was just massagin her brain The objects that I learned from the projects Try Treach I bet, and get your throat choked like my necks Hook (x2) Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock My mind thinks right, ????, pick snipes, don't pluck, I'll fuck your finger At any *?prejudice Presley?*, now I got more snipes than Wesley Test me, touch me and lay next to the rest of the best The rusty monks or ???? who tried to fuck me But see this is where I BOOM and ZOOM Just drive a line like a cartoonist on some SOON shit Adidas couldn't read us so they freed us Then we tried Reebok from a cheater, succeeded then got weeded Oh Anna, rip of some grandma's, no my Grandma from Santa Ana To Atlanta where cops ain't a-feared and niggas wear 'dannas Now tell ya lady that I'm crazy when I'm summin There's a party and I'm out and guess who's comin Hook (x4) Outro: Vin Rock, Treach Hup, hup, yeah niggas It's all about a slang bang Doin this shit lyrically on wax and gettin paid for it Word up, we don't care where you're from Everybody can get down with the slang bang We doin "rhyme-bys" on record Hahahaha, wooweeeeee........ |
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