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from Naughty By Nature - Anthem Inc (2011)
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from Naughty By Nature - Poverty`S Paradise (2004)
Righ about now, I think it's time you explained to everybody
the real reason you wear this cahin around your neck, aight! (Yo, yo this Puff Daddy Number 1-6-double0-3-0-5-0 representin Davenport the experimental prison, y'knowhutI'msayin? Representin Double I for life 1-18) Verse 1: Treach Too many of my people got time, it shows as crime unfolds Many snap in a trap now new minds explode Learn the ability to find their goals Locked in a facility where time is froze God knows the heart hurts to see no sky, just dirt They give a man a cell quick before they give a man work So we get into this black, this black cat syndrome Grow older like there's no heart and no soul ingrown Bars and cement instead of help for our people Jails ain't nothin but the slave day sequel Tryin to flee the trap of this nation Seein penitentiary's the plan ta plant the new plantation They say we'll take the animals from cottons and crops straight to forgotten wit locks plottin to rottin our stocks They draw a crooked line and wait for your foot ta fall under Serving most of my brothers another football number Judges look at our seeds, these brothers, like enemies saying "We don't need G's", giving out years like free cheese Free please, nigga, ain't no freedom Who's locked up? Who's shot up? Who's strung out? Who's bleeding? Keep reading I'm here to explain the chain remain the same maintain for the brothers and sisters locked Chorus: The chain remains *repeat x4* (Prisoner 1-5-4-3-0-5-0 representin Jersey. All y'all niggas better back the fuck up, man, it's gettin busy) (Yo this is Big Kym comin straight outta Compton. I'm locked up in Fort Dix, New Jersey, Number 0-7-3-9-3-0-6-7. I, I be checkin y'all out in 1997, later) Verse 2: Treach Nowadays still we're captured, still hear wicked laughter while shackled we're beaten and battered then cuffed after we're tackled We're tugged while increasing the mugged and indecent hit one more time wit a black jack then dragged in the precinct Still don't know what the back and forth, looking meaner, meant stripped made into a convict, booked then fingerprinted How many more times of this humiliation? How many more bouts do we have to lose while we fight for our rights in this nation that we supposed ta have since birth but the breaks on the bricks get worse, so it's jail first And that's all they offer us Ain't that right Mr Officer? Chorus (x10) (This is Orion 15-431-0-5-0 up in Tennesee outta Fort Dix representin Cleveland and Illtown) Verse 3: Treach Some rob blocks, does it matter or should it? While ghetto's dodge, cops duck bullets and pull it I "Hang Out and Hustle wit my friends" til the end, til the day we burn pens Ain't no mystery we need victory, the system conspired the days of the riots ain't retired But brothers staying calm cos they soldiers til when the only solutions revolution, no we told ya The chain remains til we uprise Stuck in a land where we ain't meant to survive and I hope this don't suit ya, some work like a slave ta get a hit but won't work to save for a future And that's when the cost is the man within And we're just as lost as the land we in Some balst, some based and some dropped down and most who sold it right now are lock down and rocked round And it's been happenin so much that they make it so that it ain't even no shock now Chorus (x5) (This is Lil' Steve 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 chillin at Fort Dix representin 118. Get out in '96) The chain remains (Peace then!) (This is, aah, Lil' Pers, aah. 14-6-23-0-1-6 from Washington DC. Right now I'm up in Fort Dix, aah, Jersey. My outdate is 12/25/2003. Way I'm thinkin is, aah, it's on, mad stuff and we all better do somethin for the brothers who is locked dizzown. Cos they locked down and I don't care if we definitely lock down the heat. Do something, do somethin bad. Peace out!) Outro: Yo what's up, this Terreet Pett, formerly known as 1-11-7-19 I'd like to give a couple of shouts to come of the brothers I was locked down wit in Borentown Aleem Jones, Kenneth Myall, Big Will Baskerville, Big Bruvon Fuller My man Asherkol from Camden, Big Jahud from Camden and I'm out!! PS> Flash, Thankx a fuckin heaps for lettin me use this very private e-mail address. You truly are fuckin legend Peace out, MM |
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from Naughty By Nature - Poverty`S Paradise (2004)
Life is a roll like the dice and you know? (3X)
Do you wanna play? Now if you, base out and ace out Ace is an ass out Also an ass whip You catch quick those who catch it most don't last it down on Doogan They rollin' two deep, so they ain't too sleep and crews creep but they hard to beat bustin' out two jeeps there's Tracy, tricky and trickin' chokin' nuff chicken she's burnin' and when that chick is broke that bitch is stickin' up the block is for the hoe no another pro hoe she pick pockets when she rocks it it ain't no loot out on that hoe stroll on block five ya catch a fever and get no breather either beat it or break it to break it down thrw it I need it look for trips yeah the triplets cause that's the hit click and on down is a pick up cause it's a stick-up on the freak tip, just when you think things were looking messy she lives six houses on the leffy her name is sexy hooked up by Becky true to the dice not new to the dice Sexy dropped me off 456 Ci Lo Blvd. right after she blew on the dice. 123rd the block'll splatter ya cap's catch ya they batter ya niggas stretch even scavengers breaking fool like Attica stolen glock and he know holding spots from below primos for them g notes rolling rocks in kilos ci-lo is the set up poppy's rockin and poppin' ya 123rd kids fuck up bank jackings like Joshua snake what wakeup or bake up pay up or break up you're on the block rocked needin' three bitches ta shake up pimpin ain't easy but if ya mac you'll be the largest so if he asses out he got no hoes just three new charges ass and face up in the cut look who dodges wait the case is open and shut fuck garages and everyone on the strip is more than one time offenders and they trusting the roll like they trustin' public defenders you see 'em don't want to be 'em hope ci-lo free 'em I'm schemin' a fuckin' demon after per diem I'm leaving sometimes this evening yeah in The PM not even wit attitude rude cause fool I'm geein' a crafter after a billing not asking on ya the master mackin' a million tax-free from this corner. |
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from Naughty By Nature - Poverty`S Paradise (2004)
Coming out the alleyways of illtown
Producer extraordinaire kaygee Followed by the backbone, vinrock And the last to fall onto this planet: me Falling through the earth with a burst first for ya Clapping ya hands now we must say errah! For sure, but I am still thirsty, oh meercy! It's worse see, come firs see, oh curse me! it's jersey! Slappin' through the skins now a trends backin' in Broader than broad street backed by mac 10's No lights skip the cameras we haul action in. Its naughty plannin' an orgy, already back again. Kay's trackin' this so clicks clap to this as we rap to this Hoochies pop their coochies and slap their hips Even when in texas with no gear troopin' That's when I find the baddest broads in houston boostin' Breakdown feel the party Put your hands together everybody All the ladies in the house I call the honies first Cause it's pure and ya sure, sure ta get your money's worth So just... Chorus Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all say it's alright [4x] Clap yo hands To all my people on the left, clap to this To all my people on the right, clap to this To all my people on the top, clap to this And in the front don't stop, clap to this And to those other mc's: naughty by nature fall? nigga please! We just took the time to form three companies Now the whole industry Awaits the new recital I'll take your favorite idol I'll crumple up their title In their face cause I'm fed up with that same ol' crap Lack of developing your crew that's why your stage show's wack! So let the sleeping and assuming and the b.s. stop Because, naughty is to live and die for hip hop and I'm vinrock. I'm holdin' down the fort around my block I reign in this game jackin'other people's props Many crews only stress me Petty fools try to test me Very few impress me, bless me I sneeze upon the wack No one but us could do it like that to me the rest's considered scrap Fact: naughty niggas will never be defeated Come and try word god, word to life, I put that on the double i. Chorus Clap your hands this evening. come on y'all say it's alright [2x] Clap yo hands According to the calculations from the slums it's hittin'. Hey! kay makes tracks all funky like raw chittlins Styles are splitin' think I'm kiddin'? well nigga listen Clap long and steady til your palm's sore & sweaty Started cutting more than petty confetty Right after I said bye bye to ali ba ba the punany papa's machete Hope ya ready, but if you're not, guard ya knot, Grill, nose opposed to blows that's all the same spot Still chill I rock real and raw like a brawl's a small fight Shorty taking tall mics so practice saying alright Ah-ight? - the party is tight Pass the ball all in the back head towards the front cause the wall Won't fall I might make moves and motions Start a crammed commotion Make kitties and titties in the city glow like lotion Remember freestyles where freebies Systems still sound like cb's, leat tracks leave them wheaties I'm greedy, can't see me Wit bifoc's I fry then fly folks with high hopes Watch my smoke now why choke Sly stroke get by nope now negro You were, dead-ass wrong Head too strong Now here's your zero We can get deep like way down Hi lobsters, seaweed, sand, sunk ships and missing mobsters Hip-hoppers know hard, guess who's back again That naughty click clan to make you clap your hands! Chorus Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all say it's alright [4x] Clap yo hands To all my people on the left, clap to this To all my people on the right, clap to this To all my people on the top, clap to this And in the front don't stop, clap to this |
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from Naughty By Nature - Poverty`S Paradise (2004)
(Treach)
Fuck the toughest I'm danger-ous its rowdy motherfuckers are up and outty the roughest sucker plucker since they found me Openin' up a can of clash clicks six-packs of ass whips, pints and fifths of asses, burnt to ashes You've been spined, twisted, blistered and spun up in and lifted shit boy ya free paper bum it's called I got connections, like Poonanny to erections I saw selected sets son for my selection stretchin' sections etchin' and sketchin' to revive, reset and then set inspections for the wet ones to the next ones, yes one, step son and get one Comin' from behind is the line yours for a nine war Walk nigga mind yours, of crime wars will find yours The hot one will spot one, shock one and stop one Crews will conquer as tough as Tonka now I got one (Chorus) I got connections, huh, huh, no question, huh I got connections; I get that ass stuck like glue I got connections, huh, huh, no question, huh I got connections; I get that ass stuck like glue --> Method Man (Road Dawgs) State of shock, it's a greater plot that made us stop the thunder from with under will make the whole of cradle rock, hah Ken Boogie just hit me on the horn in California Born in Fort July Fourth you're sworn to bangin' and warrin' Road Dawgs you assume right first draft kick practic tactics of a great Western-type saloon fight Caution - courage what I bring when I approach this Punks stays focused notice devotions and commotion's of cruddy's corrosive Top gun and explosive motion East Coastin' deep throughout notions of all the shops I'm closin' (VinRock) Aiyyo, I play emcees like this I look 'em in the eye I know he's tense And I break him like a bitch so I know there's no defense So at night when I creep, only want 'em, while he's awake not asleep By the way all I seek all I keep, so don't sleep (Cruddy Click) Nigga what's the realest? Rap pillars got the power to blow up spots from here to the Watts Tower Niggas can feel us, do you wanna deal us? It be the illest in Naughty it takes a fool to learn that love don't love nobody My department be collections remember that Love Child got connections ain't no motherfuckin' question (Road Dawgs) I'm deep with a vicious vendetta Silence prospectors, objectors to my lectures constructed as architecture Expressions of terror shakin' cold fingers of fear careers I spear Prepare for a year full of nightmares (VinRock) Get 'em back and don't come near me When appraochin' me come sincerely I don't fear the others that don't like that I stack papers, yearly Merely mentioned men they don't come steppin' to Vin Anywhere I go, everywhere I flow I'm bringin' it back home to my twins and I got friends And friends don't let their friends drive drunk So I suggest you grab your friends before I go and pop my trunk And best believe I come correct so yo, WHAT YOU WANNA DO? (Chorus) I got connections; I get that ass stuck like glue --> Method Man (Interlude) Aiyyo what up nigga I here you the man now yo (Yo whattup my nigga you know I ain't the man but I got connections (right) for you what you need?) Yeah, yeah, yo, yo check this out I need you to handle a little something for me though on the real though (You know I might not can't slip and do that right now but I got somebody to come through) Nah, nah, nah, yo, yo I need you to take care of it man (Yo I put this on everything I love man, it's real sneaky, sister hood Females sneak up in here and come through (yeah) (Kandi Kain) 235 degrees and the mics about to be freezin' Emcee season on those who treason I'm droppin' drinks like a pint of cool breeze, then Intoxication, a million copies in circulation Just a small indication to let you know Kandi Kain equals no intimidation on this naughty demonstration Eighteen plus a hundred niggas that I run wit on that one shit keepin' you outnumbered Collidin' with perfection, every direction can't pay enough protection Cause I got the Illtown to Inglewood connections (*echoes*) |
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from Cut Killer - Cut Killer Lunatic (2005)
(Treach)
Fuck the toughest I'm danger-ous its rowdy motherfuckers are up and outty the roughest sucker plucker since they found me Openin' up a can of clash clicks six-packs of ass whips, pints and fifths of asses, burnt to ashes You've been spined, twisted, blistered and spun up in and lifted shit boy ya free paper bum it's called I got connections, like Poonanny to erections I saw selected sets son for my selection stretchin' sections etchin' and sketchin' to revive, reset and then set inspections for the wet ones to the next ones, yes one, step son and get one Comin' from behind is the line yours for a nine war Walk nigga mind yours, of crime wars will find yours The hot one will spot one, shock one and stop one Crews will conquer as tough as Tonka now I got one (Chorus) I got connections, huh, huh, no question, huh I got connections; I get that ass stuck like glue I got connections, huh, huh, no question, huh I got connections; I get that ass stuck like glue --> Method Man (Road Dawgs) State of shock, it's a greater plot that made us stop the thunder from with under will make the whole of cradle rock, hah Ken Boogie just hit me on the horn in California Born in Fort July Fourth you're sworn to bangin' and warrin' Road Dawgs you assume right first draft kick practic tactics of a great Western-type saloon fight Caution - courage what I bring when I approach this Punks stays focused notice devotions and commotion's of cruddy's corrosive Top gun and explosive motion East Coastin' deep throughout notions of all the shops I'm closin' (VinRock) Aiyyo, I play emcees like this I look 'em in the eye I know he's tense And I break him like a bitch so I know there's no defense So at night when I creep, only want 'em, while he's awake not asleep By the way all I seek all I keep, so don't sleep (Cruddy Click) Nigga what's the realest? Rap pillars got the power to blow up spots from here to the Watts Tower Niggas can feel us, do you wanna deal us? It be the illest in Naughty it takes a fool to learn that love don't love nobody My department be collections remember that Love Child got connections ain't no motherfuckin' question (Road Dawgs) I'm deep with a vicious vendetta Silence prospectors, objectors to my lectures constructed as architecture Expressions of terror shakin' cold fingers of fear careers I spear Prepare for a year full of nightmares (VinRock) Get 'em back and don't come near me When appraochin' me come sincerely I don't fear the others that don't like that I stack papers, yearly Merely mentioned men they don't come steppin' to Vin Anywhere I go, everywhere I flow I'm bringin' it back home to my twins and I got friends And friends don't let their friends drive drunk So I suggest you grab your friends before I go and pop my trunk And best believe I come correct so yo, WHAT YOU WANNA DO? (Chorus) I got connections; I get that ass stuck like glue --> Method Man (Interlude) Aiyyo what up nigga I here you the man now yo (Yo whattup my nigga you know I ain't the man but I got connections (right) for you what you need?) Yeah, yeah, yo, yo check this out I need you to handle a little something for me though on the real though (You know I might not can't slip and do that right now but I got somebody to come through) Nah, nah, nah, yo, yo I need you to take care of it man (Yo I put this on everything I love man, it's real sneaky, sister hood Females sneak up in here and come through (yeah) (Kandi Kain) 235 degrees and the mics about to be freezin' Emcee season on those who treason I'm droppin' drinks like a pint of cool breeze, then Intoxication, a million copies in circulation Just a small indication to let you know Kandi Kain equals no intimidation on this naughty demonstration Eighteen plus a hundred niggas that I run wit on that one shit keepin' you outnumbered Collidin' with perfection, every direction can't pay enough protection Cause I got the Illtown to Inglewood connections (*echoes*) |
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from Naughty By Nature - Poverty`S Paradise (2004)
My thoughts are thundering, tumblin Sons of bitches, switches, from yelling ta mumbling You ain't a pal of me, my family ties but not wit Mallory My analogy ain't for salary, as I roll reality thru galaxies Four centuries, it's sent to me with the scent of oiu Witta chain representing penitentiaries from Roman town to Borentown From Newark to Illtown And all you know from lifers, Rikers ta foesome Wasn't driving to fast, I was flying to low You think I'm rocking too quick, I think you're listening to slow I'm abrupting construction, a pumping assumption You diss while your family say I'm the best shit since fucking Struckin 'bout an obstruction or turning something of nothing From more things to more things, it's the rip in every function Funking it up, pumping it up, chumping the ducks Looking ta hump Ms. Junk in the trunk, pump pumpin me up Chorus: Jersey niggas are the craziest New York niggas are the craziest DC niggas are the craziest Philly niggas are the craziest LA niggas are the craziest Chi town niggas are the craziest Texas niggas are the craziest Utah niggas are the craziest Verse 2: Vin Rock My lyrics be laced with 40 ounces of funk and stuff, you get rushed, you get bust You call yourself callin my bluff, enough's enough I'm puttin it down on the real end This one goes out to all the people who be questioning my skills, niggas I been rockin since lee twillz and we feel that we build careers of steel So all the rest come up and test but only stress is what you'll find thinkin Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rhyme shrinkin The sleepin MC I eat like good 'n' plenty Lyrically spankin ya that's why they call me Uncle Vinnie And oh yes, I just appeal to the masses young to old folks, the upper, lower, middle classes They don't begin wit no lying professor they begin when Vin pick up the pen and pad up off the dresser Lesser, a man should never challenge a clan wit thirteen years experience of rippin mic's put in our hands Chorus: Detroit niggas are the craziest Miami niggas are the craziest Little Rock niggas are the craziest Oak Town niggas are the craziest Verse 3: Treach I got barbarians to bogard me in at a club that barred me when a broad got thrown like barbarnigan born again, thrown aboard A brim is broke to the back I brawl and band from brains ta balls Da boots word ta-burr-bam-boo break the loot Blowing up brain cells BOOM like Beirut Assume the same suit, fuck that fly shit wit the flavor ca shi Gives last name ain't Suzuki but still my sidekick Whip that hide quick if ya slide quick, blood clot ya Blood clique You ain't rolling if our tape ain't what ya ride wit Niggas snipe shit so I'm on a knife tip Like the youngsters 'bout ta take you on some hip-hop ride shit If you ain't jumpin then don't pump it I'm hittin Jermaine in Atlanta cos he owe me loot for that jump shit Fuck astronauts I rock it and from now on if you bite my style when I see you, I'm in your pockets Chorus: Cleveland niggas are the craziest Virginia niggas are the craziest Kentucky niggas are the craziest St. Louis niggas are the craziest Atlanta niggas are the craziest Maryland niggas are the craziest San Diego niggas are the craziest Seattle niggas are the craziest Boston niggas are the craziest Illtown niggas are the craziest Zoo Crew niggas are the craziest Jersey City niggas are the craziest All my Newark niggas are the craziest |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
[Treach] No Limit [Myst.] Naughty! [Treach] Da bomb Ill [Myst.] Mystikal! [Treach] IllTown [Myst.] Da Big Eazy.. (oh shit) HAH! Chorus: Treach (2X) Dirty South, Dirty Jerz, nigga fuck what ya heard Your talk words don't serve while we slang on the curb We take it from a fuckin fight to a stage and a mic If I don't take the limo bitch I'm pushin a bike |
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from Naughty By Nature - Anthem Inc (2011)
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from Naughty By Nature - Naughty By Nature (2003)
erse 1: Treach
This is somethin that I call the flow Not many if any, 'cept for Vinnie, can say they know In fact, detracting that is something that I rarely show Because my tongue is actually fast but then again it's slow See yo (Throw it bro) you say cheeka-boo A name pertained for niggas who WHO Who hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you And if you take the shoe, a nigga actor will do, ooh Dressed to the best to impress but after they try take us in Crook as a nigga, take a pistol, see who wants to be Naughty or nicest Like ice is I'm priceless, plug the mic to it Come with the D with the I with the S to the S's, see whose hype is Test the test the Treach to Treach address, the address: How I'll bless and blow any conflicts Why to try to chrome, my style is just nonsense M-my ni-ni-nigga m-m-mackin so you get out of it Any and all should fall, many are small should call Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all Show hope, show no hope and can't cope, so no way This is how we play everyday all day Verse 2: Treach Yo yo hey yo Havin a round of (?cadavva?), gather matters is drastically Never say never whenever whether we come on after thee Hand to Gee the producer, me is loose off the claps ya see That keeps you boogie'n happily Voice ya opinion, it's the rhythm I'm lendin The message I'm sendin from London to Linley Girls are given a chance to get ya all pampered Leave them ol' cramps in your pants then I belly dance her God is good and if ya would, you should just Play to the way I see em, play all day is what He'll bless I'm leavin em evil and seein em bein a torture with dull props I won't give up til you had 'nough of these call shots Now let the hard floor break your fall darlin Cos on the shrift and Naughty ain't waltzin When we dance we come full-thrust, the bum rush Knockin and poppin em up inside, they rockin dawn til dusk I ain't the type to get suit-to-sike I feel I'm better than ever before but as a rapper I'm just alright Showin time is for clocks, knockin poppas Pop pop ya try to shine I make your heart work proper And that's comin from the drifter and if ya R-U-IN YA L-I-P, you will B-E-G-O-N-E So let the guests gettin pass-ons, be by-gones Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on We feel this way every single day all day So make way Verse 3: Treach Wuz up to all you MC cub scouts Grub scouts gettin rubbed out I'll bet'cha kept ya album froze til this came out Hittin ideas to use, a half of us snit or two Snatchin and maxin a rap that I'm castin, how dare you! How the hell can you yell what someone else said? I must get on what I loan, what I own on my forehead, huh But I doubt that, and now ya wanna back out Your career had more ins and outs than a crack house I'm mackin 'n rackin 'n cappin the acts and I wax em wit-wit a smack This scam he owes must judge me rough with a whiffle bat And that's simply elementary Walton So pack ya track and do 5 flat in your Dodge son Now let my canine backtrack the copy-cat Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track What's all with seven thousand other rappers, groupie The cut ya made for that movie ain't soothed me Who said that Treach can't work when he don't curse? Some nasty ass me, Naughty and that keep it happy I'm all that and never go out the small way You need a lift, we go this way everyday all day Verse 4: Treach Your little tape got more blank spots than a tank-top, think, stop You oughta store it all, fast-forward 'fore I ring props You sorry sight, you're a immature rhyme ho Come rock a lil somethin, no we're all outta time so From Chilltown JC to Brooklynn with A-D I'm rippin things daily, ni if, and or maybes At the ??? and the A-V, the O-U-R-B-A-BE Kris, the Jungle Brothers, Tribe Called Quest, yeah they be Down with Sha-ka-ottin, pimp or, man, they swiftin Then the ruler (?all reigns?), he comes handy on the roll again Marked the 45, kids kneels feels the reals With the real chill, not the run-of-the-mill deals Get poopoo dooie, producer Louie Louie Throwin best tracks to me to me So that sometimes they do me I can't forget the day live, the solo need a tongue Patrol the song, what up to the brothers from the (?Natcheo?) We got the gatch to ya batch to rock and lock him But now it's ??? don't even try to outrun them The stable now cocky, Lord Ali Raski and (?trueogy?) The sharper day with double jade is the props see We also got the speaker Latifah, the Queen of the flavour And nuthin weaker behind is watchin, kick her The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC With Money B, Humpty and Jimmy, the master of the charts And on the tipple several brothers, we muskets It's Tahid, Akeem, Cracker C and Cee Justice Plus is the voice behind the flavour unit, all time, all early It's that girlie, head of the head called her Shirley And what poop last but not least, Camille I feel you learned the way we come this deep everyday all day OUTRO: Treach Y'knowhatI'msayin? We got the newest member of the flavour unit Def Jef in effect. We got the producer of this trach Kay-Gee We got my girl Nikki-D in the house My man internale All-Star Dave My man on the sax Andy We got another engineer Andy and assistant Todd We got Anj-Du, G-Quick We got the whole entire 18th Street Posse-Rachim,Mook Daddy, Skee Steve Hammer, Howie Cru-Ru, M-Dee, Tak Diesel, Na-Na We got my girl Aphrodite and her posse in the house-Cherokee, Chaka and Lisa And we outta here like last year Cos we come this deep everyday all day PEACE <br |
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from Naughty By Nature - Rhino Hi-Five: Naughty By Nature [ep] (2005)
[Intro] Smooth it out This is a story about the drifter Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown Who never planned on havin' so dick Why me, huh? [Chorus] Everything's gonna be alright (alright) Everything's gonna be alright (alright) Everything's gonna be alright now (alright) Everything's gonna be alright (alright) [Verse 1] Some get a little and some get none Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done I was one who never had and always mad Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag Where anywhere I did pick up, flipped the clip up Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out I walked the strip, which is a clip, who wanna hit? They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent I threw in graves, I wasn't paid enough I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed I got upset, I got a Tec and a banana clip Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crackhead I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it would've did Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one And always wanted to live like just a fat one [Chorus] [Verse 2] A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects Livin' in the slums with bums, I sit and watch them Why do I have to be like this? momma said I'm priceless So I am all worthless, starved, and it's just for being a nice kid Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though Last stop to hell, I would've ended things a while ago I ain't have jack but a black hat and napsack Four squad stolen in cars in a blackjack Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give? Say somethin' positive? Well positive ain't where I lived I lived right around a corner from west hell Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell The sun never shone on my side of the street, see And only once or twice a week I would speak I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome Some life, it you ain't wear gold your style was old And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way But hey, never gamble any game that you can't play I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin' in on and knowin' not now How will I do it, how will I make it? I won't, that's how Why me, huh? [Chorus] My third year into adulthood, and still a knucklehead I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the streets at night Playin' hide and seek with a machetti ??? like Freddy swipe Some say I'm rollin' on, nothin' but a dog now I answer that with a tech, who wanna bow-wow? 'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week Than I fly flowin' in doo-doo on the concrete I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this song? So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand All that man to man talk just hot damn If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it? And illtown fell like I stuck-up props, got shot Don't worry, I hit Bob, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast They changin' schools, I'm the misfit that will outlast But that's cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard [Outro] If you ain't ever been to the ghetto Don't ever come to the ghetto 'Cause you ain't understand the ghetto And stay the fuck out of the ghetto Why me? (alright) |
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from Naughty By Nature - Anthem Inc (2011)
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from Naughty By Nature - Naughty By Nature (2003)
[Intro] Smooth it out This is a story about the drifter Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown Who never planned on havin' so dick Why me, huh? [Chorus] Everything's gonna be alright (alright) Everything's gonna be alright (alright) Everything's gonna be alright now (alright) Everything's gonna be alright (alright) [Verse 1] Some get a little and some get none Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done I was one who never had and always mad Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag Where anywhere I did pick up, flipped the clip up Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out I walked the strip, which is a clip, who wanna hit? They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent I threw in graves, I wasn't paid enough I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed I got upset, I got a Tec and a banana clip Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crackhead I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it would've did Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one And always wanted to live like just a fat one [Chorus] [Verse 2] A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects Livin' in the slums with bums, I sit and watch them Why do I have to be like this? momma said I'm priceless So I am all worthless, starved, and it's just for being a nice kid Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though Last stop to hell, I would've ended things a while ago I ain't have jack but a black hat and napsack Four squad stolen in cars in a blackjack Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give? Say somethin' positive? Well positive ain't where I lived I lived right around a corner from west hell Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell The sun never shone on my side of the street, see And only once or twice a week I would speak I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome Some life, it you ain't wear gold your style was old And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way But hey, never gamble any game that you can't play I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin' in on and knowin' not now How will I do it, how will I make it? I won't, that's how Why me, huh? [Chorus] My third year into adulthood, and still a knucklehead I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the streets at night Playin' hide and seek with a machetti ??? like Freddy swipe Some say I'm rollin' on, nothin' but a dog now I answer that with a tech, who wanna bow-wow? 'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week Than I fly flowin' in doo-doo on the concrete I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this song? So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand All that man to man talk just hot damn If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it? And illtown fell like I stuck-up props, got shot Don't worry, I hit Bob, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast They changin' schools, I'm the misfit that will outlast But that's cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard [Outro] If you ain't ever been to the ghetto Don't ever come to the ghetto 'Cause you ain't understand the ghetto And stay the fuck out of the ghetto Why me? (alright) |
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from Naughty By Nature - Iicons (2006)
Artist : Naughty By Nature
Album : IIcons Song : Family Tree sometimes because of jealousy and the intent to demise certain factions have to be fobidden or destroyed fire has to be sent to the poisoned forest with the root of fresh trees planted elsewhere only then will you obtain a wilderness that cannot be penetrated petrified family tree (Chorus) see what started as a family forest got cut to a family tree with the limbs and the leaves lookin at the world for answers the world points to the sun and the sun says the answers in me so i search through the darkness can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost lord please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me so now we choose the roots so we can plant new trees many minds always meet with pens and sheets close my eyes think what next on my rhymes see this face in ink i'm havin visions of wisdom dreamin bout my own ending am i seein death as freedom and livin as prison my son didn't have a daddy to shape him so god bless him with a daddy to save him yeah i raise him and pay some attention he talked and he listened to reach him and teach him before i'm gone from existence teach him bout the foes the hos and all opponents those that always talk bout love but never showed it those who had the chances to stand and always blowed it those that set you up by the hour to steal your moment pac the word is you ain't there so fuck the rumor i'll get a pound of that shit from bermuda and meet you in cuba fucked up on larusa no doubt i know the locale if they gotta born you i'm gonna mourne you til i join you (Chorus) see what started as a family forest got cut to a family tree with the limbs and the leaves lookin at the world for answers the world points to the sun and the sun says the answers in me so i search through the darkness can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost lord please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me so now we choose the roots so we can plant new trees uhhhh...and now i know i got some family who missed me from the heart forever we're apart just because i'm nothin and you abuse me and use me now you wanna try to come bruise me and even though maybe were in there farther than it once was i know family don't always mean that they blood 'cause some people just don't give a nigga what some people tried to use my name so all the fat we had to cut and i'm still walking with my six amp strut urban eyes see through camouflage and now i know who's butt so when i sent you tried to play me all of a sudden now i'm shady maybe deep down in my heart never trust you from the start never hoped you'd be my homie don't come 'round my way and if we never speak again it's got to be that way this millenium we'll be spankin your heiny remind thee naughty invented family of the 90's (Chorus) see what started as a family forest got cut to a family tree with the limbs and the leaves lookin at the world for answers the world points to the sun and the sun says the answers in me so i search through the darkness can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost lord please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me so now we choose the roots so we can plant new trees life doesn't end when the sweat dries a time when a nickle cost a dollar when you rise your chest dies my dynasty many fear it cuase i'm near it ancient egyptian scriptures fitted in through hyroglyphics motherfuckers try to touch my mental state niggas smile up in your face and then they infiltrate so it seems nowadays that the only plan to get my people help my people get a load of land and imma see it if i have to kill some shit to make my family tree a motherfucking wilderness see a black man standin on the promised land since they broke every promise i devised a plan this black this and black that crap is gettin touchy any black hat that cross my path i call him lucky those who turn they back with they fears and try to before they can see us they gonna need us sweet jesus (ChorusX2) see what started as a family forest got cut to a family tree with the limbs and the leaves lookin at the world for answers the world points to the sun and the sun says the answers in me so i search through the darkness can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost lord please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me so now we choose the roots so we can plant new trees |
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from More Music From 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2003)
You 'bout to feel the chronicles of a bionical lyric
lyrically splittin dismissin I'm on a mission of just hitting now it's written and kitten hittin wit mittens I'm missing wishing man listen I glisten like sun and water while fishing. Bust the move and then swerve Serve words with nerve embedded I said it word Damn, you nerd man, you heard Coming from the town of Illy and alleys are full of Phillies and Rallys suckers get Silly as Sally then found in alleys, I'm rowdy really 1-So here we go now, Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow Never mixing with tricking brothers bitching Over fixins that ain't fittin to be hittin. On nothin splittin things that's bitten And gettin written off Like a fatter bad bladder boy ya pissing me off Before you even started so what So long see you fly by my try how else Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye. (rpt 1, 1) The flow pro poetical with skills only A vet'll know better know where's The wetter flow that'son point like Decimals manhandlin new crews Partying with the Zoo Crew Looking for the pink in poo poo. I thought you knew too stone style is of stamina Jammin ta while we plannin ta jam We bust plus we're the party Amateur damager managin damagin mics Men and even mannequins. You're a fan again now I wanna know whose the man again? Naughty's back like vertibrates word to hey-a-ho The way I show you pray I flow Steady breakin to the boogie so bang time To slang bang and watch all the poo tang tangs hang (rpt 1, 1) Play and Kay'll break the body of a beat The beat the break into boogie Firm and fully chase bass lines like bullies All we wanna know is if your body wanna party It's nuff poo tang tang for everybody So hip up and split up get up Get up your wit up souped up put your dukes up No guts set up for sit ups flip up watch us rip up. Shakes shows until they fizz up Rizz up like your with us if not zip up You lip up whip up. Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones We come back cause we heard Hip hop needed another anthem Black like Noah in fact and for ya If we was back in the days with the Drifters We would've been known as the Flowers Bevin these since the seventies Find me so we went crazy in the eighties So we won't kiss heinies in the nineties Oops the Naughty's troop in sections of forties So clap your hands and hold your shorty I'm Naughty. (rpt 1, 1) |
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from Naughty By Nature - Poverty`S Paradise (2004)
You 'bout to feel the chronicles of a bionical lyric
lyrically splittin dismissin I'm on a mission of just hitting now it's written and kitten hittin wit mittens I'm missing wishing man listen I glisten like sun and water while fishing. Bust the move and then swerve Serve words with nerve embedded I said it word Damn, you nerd man, you heard Coming from the town of Illy and alleys are full of Phillies and Rallys suckers get Silly as Sally then found in alleys, I'm rowdy really 1-So here we go now, Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow Never mixing with tricking brothers bitching Over fixins that ain't fittin to be hittin. On nothin splittin things that's bitten And gettin written off Like a fatter bad bladder boy ya pissing me off Before you even started so what So long see you fly by my try how else Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye. (rpt 1, 1) The flow pro poetical with skills only A vet'll know better know where's The wetter flow that'son point like Decimals manhandlin new crews Partying with the Zoo Crew Looking for the pink in poo poo. I thought you knew too stone style is of stamina Jammin ta while we plannin ta jam We bust plus we're the party Amateur damager managin damagin mics Men and even mannequins. You're a fan again now I wanna know whose the man again? Naughty's back like vertibrates word to hey-a-ho The way I show you pray I flow Steady breakin to the boogie so bang time To slang bang and watch all the poo tang tangs hang (rpt 1, 1) Play and Kay'll break the body of a beat The beat the break into boogie Firm and fully chase bass lines like bullies All we wanna know is if your body wanna party It's nuff poo tang tang for everybody So hip up and split up get up Get up your wit up souped up put your dukes up No guts set up for sit ups flip up watch us rip up. Shakes shows until they fizz up Rizz up like your with us if not zip up You lip up whip up. Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones We come back cause we heard Hip hop needed another anthem Black like Noah in fact and for ya If we was back in the days with the Drifters We would've been known as the Flowers Bevin these since the seventies Find me so we went crazy in the eighties So we won't kiss heinies in the nineties Oops the Naughty's troop in sections of forties So clap your hands and hold your shorty I'm Naughty. (rpt 1, 1) |
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from Naughty By Nature - Rhino Hi-Five: Naughty By Nature [ep] (2005)
You 'bout to feel the chronicles of a bionical lyric lyrically splittin dismissin I'm on a mission of just hitting now it's written and kitten hittin wit mittens I'm missing wishing man listen I glisten like sun and water while fishing. Bust the move and then swerve Serve words with nerve embedded I said it word Damn, you nerd man, you heard Coming from the town of Illy and alleys are full of Phillies and Rallys suckers get Silly as Sally then found in alleys, I'm rowdy really 1-So here we go now, Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow Never mixing with tricking brothers bitching Over fixins that ain't fittin to be hittin. On nothin splittin things that's bitten And gettin written off Like a fatter bad bladder boy ya pissing me off Before you even started so what So long see you fly by my try how else Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye. (rpt 1, 1) The flow pro poetical with skills only A vet'll know better know where's The wetter flow that'son point like Decimals manhandlin new crews Partying with the Zoo Crew Looking for the pink in poo poo. I thought you knew too stone style is of stamina Jammin ta while we plannin ta jam We bust plus we're the party Amateur damager managin damagin mics Men and even mannequins. You're a fan again now I wanna know whose the man again? Naughty's back like vertibrates word to hey-a-ho The way I show you pray I flow Steady breakin to the boogie so bang time To slang bang and watch all the poo tang tangs hang (rpt 1, 1) Play and Kay'll break the body of a beat The beat the break into boogie Firm and fully chase bass lines like bullies All we wanna know is if your body wanna party It's nuff poo tang tang for everybody So hip up and split up get up Get up your wit up souped up put your dukes up No guts set up for sit ups flip up watch us rip up. Shakes shows until they fizz up Rizz up like your with us if not zip up You lip up whip up. Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones We come back cause we heard Hip hop needed another anthem Black like Noah in fact and for ya If we was back in the days with the Drifters We would've been known as the Flowers Bevin these since the seventies Find me so we went crazy in the eighties So we won't kiss heinies in the nineties Oops the Naughty's troop in sections of forties So clap your hands and hold your shorty I'm Naughty. (rpt 1, 1) |
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from Naughty By Nature - Anthem Inc (2011)
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from Naughty By Nature - Iicons (2006)
(3LW)
Ohh...Hey Naughty... (Treach) Oh where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat at Welcome to our party, sexy like Ashanti Written on your hit and licking lot from my Bacardi Rub on my body, kiss and twist and barley Ask da damn dadda der, do dat song, while I ooh-ah, ooh-ah How I do that so long? On the DL world baby Swellin' dub crazy, DJ rewind that Naughty with that 3L-Dub baby I move simple, just as sooth mix'll move gentle I give ya mother-mm-mm, goose pimples(2x's) Ain't the last brother passed over I be the bachler of the year or that cab punch a back brother N..A..U..G..H-T..Y......B..Y...Na, Na, Na, Nature, not cuz I hate ya Master the matress, flip, I go backwards, a little kiss on your cheek Will make you back with the Treach, it... (Chorus) It feels good to ya Let me see how you rock wit it Bout the beat baby, drop wit it And don't worry bout a damn thing It feels good to ya Let me see how you rock wit it Do your thing, come close wit it And don't worry bout a damn thing It feels good... (Vinnie) Hey, ever since back in the day From O.P.P. down to Hip Hop Hooray Who invented party anthems that ease stress away? You got drama, never mind that Naughty by Nature, 3L-Dub on star tracks We got that flavor that make your hands clap, toes tap And cross the culture on the generation age gap, never can you fade that We make your body like, rock to this Everybody's block parties gonna walk to this To the family, here's a number one And all those haters who ain't thinking we still having fun Better throw your towel in son, How many years have we proved we can do this? How many people we inspired to pursue this? Well if you wanna test the man to the truth is, Naughty by Nature makes that Feel Good music (Chorus) (Treach) Pu-tang, tang, I don't wanna go to the party ain't a party if it ain't...Naughty Body to body dance...Naughty Oh lordie, its IIcon and Naughty Its the groove move more of us hate C'mon and stroll with us When everybody smiles it makes the whole day glorious Slide left, slide right, throw your hands high, I know thats right! The I strong, we ride strong, double IIcons You wanna stop hate,better let by-gones be by-gones Slide left, slide right, lets just find out, why let me find out? Ooh-ah Ooh-ah, outdoor with indo' Heyyy-yo, drop the keys out the window We got to party, with my yardies we partying, Cuz after the party its the after-party (Chorus) (3LW) Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands (Hey, Hey) Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands (Hey, Hey) Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands Hey, don't worry bout a damn thang It feels good to ya, Rock wit it, Drop wit it, And don't worry bout a damn thing It feels good to ya Rock wit it, Come close wit it, And don't worry bout a damn thing (Chorus) |
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from Naughty By Nature - Anthem Inc (2011)
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from Naughty By Nature - Anthem Inc (2011)
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from Naughty By Nature - Naughty By Nature (2003)
Intro: Kay Gee
*phone dialling* (Hello?) Hello, it's '91. Buckle up, guard your grill! Hee hee (Har what the fuck?) Has this ever happened to you? Can you name this tune? These victims knew how to guard they grill, this would've never happened! Verse 1: Treach I put two and two together and I came up with four You are forever, forgot, forbid, shouldn't have to say much more I been thru more crews than a flute, yeah I'll show ya This is so damned scrap I betcha bro don't know ya You tried to get cool and say peace, save that peace for a jigsaw Stay back and watch a real MC get raw I never know, never know when another will come to diss this But if and whenever they come I'm runnin this merry fist miss I shooker the crook and shaker the fake to get like a quick stick It's just another one dud and is dismissed Kitty guard your grill, well be for real, you ain't built I'm silly-ho smackin MC's on a ninety degree tilt The reason that it's tilted cos you're guilty, too hard to guard It's not you're tryin too gay, you're tryin too hard How hard can your guard be, I say wuz up? Guard your grill, knuckle up, put em up, yup! Chorus: Guard your grill, knuckle up I ain't the type to give up Guard your grill, knuckle up I smoke first, so what's up Guard your grill, knuckle up Put em up, you ain't tough Guard your grill, knuckle up! Verse 2: Treach I give em much business, an Aspirin Damn, I love a glass chin What are ya askin for mercy, I'm laughin Huh, you know the game, you know the name and you know the rep You know the Kay, you know the Vin and you know the Treach There's no sleepin, no nottin, no rest and hey No snoozin, no dozin, no f'in way Heapin things up like a Coke cup Wind me up but y'all I gets the low wits tha rough stuff And after enough to cut ya off a piece, still have nuff Then go around to them and him because ??? ??? I I got posse full a fighters all fly like a chopper Use to couldn't take em out cos they was rowdy hip-hoppers There's so much gold for roast, the ??? don't knock us My nuts are my only homies that can hang proper At school I had a lot, I filled with VCR's and Vodka I had two girls, one a runner, one a trotter Back then I wore briefs, tella starter, gettin hotter Then I grew yea long so I had to switch to boxers How hard can your guard be, I say what's up? Guard your grill, knuckle up, put em up, duck Chorus Verse 3: Treach I don't lay, I lie, who knows like Pinnochio Never been to Tokyo or *?Keeper's Day Bolochio?* Guard your grill, here's a feel, I rush hard I got the fliest ride out here, the '91 bus card So callin me for a ride ain't the answer Huh, you want a lift ya better pick up a transfer Sayin we will go for one cut, now we're dead Oh yaeh, that's bout as funny as Barbara Bush in a bobsled Now how wrong can you be to think we play Even a broken clock is right at least twice a day So now ya feelin real low, ya no flow-crow You slow hobo, stiffer than Robo Oh, here's another side of bein real quick You might speak it fulla cracks, but you still ain't shhh... So don't try at those same style battle cry I rock the U-train, the routes that I battle by I listen to sister shit, it til they quite slow No matter that white rap, shoot a pharoah with a psycho Put down ya handgun, up which'cha hands son Look cops they come, I ain't the damned one I was only three steps from a peace prize Pieces laid, piece of his eyes and his left thigh Knuckle up, put em up, yeah guard your grill And that's comin from Illtown, down the hill Chorus Outro: [Vin Rock] This goes out to the 118th Street Posse My man J Scratch in the house, y'knowhutI'msayin? And oh yaeh, pss pss pss pss [Kay Gee] Don't forget, guard your grill, knuckle up! [Treach] A strong what up to my man Kid Capri [KG] This goes out to my man Jack Don I gotta say what's up to my man Pop Dezzy Dezza [T] What's up to Clark Kent and my man Face! [KG] This goes out to my man Fitz and the whole Down The Hill Cos they know how to definitely guard they grill [Vinny] I gotta say what's up to my man Dre and Easy in the house [T] This goes out to my man Tamere He's definitely in here What's up to my homey Kool G Rap and my Brand Nubian brothers Special shoutout to my man Grand Puba, one of the fiercest MC's out there Peace goes out! [Vinny] Peace to my man Frank Ben, we outta here PEACE! |
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from Naughty By Nature - Anthem Inc (2011)
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from Naughty By Nature - Poverty`S Paradise (2004)
The C-R-U-D-D-Y, the C-L-I-C-K
It's texture pure terror a street professor aggressor scale and measure clever compressor stretching salary stacks be running blocks as a factory structure capture the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic chatter nigga catcher as I blast a cop matter capsule shatter scatter midnight disasters clips I rather gather then flip for what I'm after now and forever money makes things better at a regular gets me jewelry, bitches, bankcards, cars and competitors proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya puzzled see trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle. Booda Bop, Boom, Bam, Bink, Bick Bow Bookow, Ratatat, Klack Klick, Klick Kow, Klick Kow put brains with muscle. Hear a crew of guys utilize they skills. Bang out hang out slang out work and hustle. Flip techniques over boogie bangin' beats. A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in twenty separate suite I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like Chris Webber a warrior from Golden State, and I conjure up raps I bet you don't know any they be hitting like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny. Collects cash n' checks on a jet to meet the next client as I arrive at L.A.X. I'm up early so I catch my phlegm spit step then stash the stem 10 clips in ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked wit protection see X again tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans but if shit is slow in comin' a fiend that's one thing thats when you see twenty niggas running to one fiend. Yo black tops I got that yellow high for hours buy from me now or next time I swear I'll sell you flour I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy living fatty plus I got a little man calling me daddy my lady and little man they need me and I need 'em I gotta see em and please 'em but first of all clothe & feed 'em so we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time and life while I'm in this game I'm making sure that mine is right from the beginning to the end its dividend to the end so I like to hang out and hustle wit my friends. Well it's Friday night and the weekend's here. All that partying shit must take a seat to the rear. Instead of fuckin' wit those phony ghetto chicks I'd rather be movin' my clips with my homies on the bricks my fingers stay hard. My hands stay full of ash. My fingenails stay dirty that's from burying my stash. Fiends are bummin', money's comin' to say the least, but I'm out there flippin' clips feeding the belly of the beast. It's first of the month money's comin all day all night and too many going for theirs I'm cuttin' sales off with my bike. Now with my niggaz in session we freestyle rhyme. Reminiscing moving that shit 20's of clips at a time. |
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from Naughty By Nature - 19 Naughty III (2005)
You drew a picture
of my morning But you couldn't make my day Hey I'm rockin' and you're yawning But you never look my way Hey I'm lickin down you darlin' In every single way Hey Your funny flow is foreign And a green card's on the way This ain't got shit to do wit shampoo But watch your head n shoulders brother older bold enough to fold ya Yo I told ya a raid afraid of what I made Plus played a funky fit so save ya flips Plus tricks for that music plus the monkey bit Triggas from the Grilltown Illtown Some ask how it feels How the deal is that we're real so we're still around Don't lamp wit a freestyle phantom ain't tryin' to be handsome Shrinkin' what ya thinkin' cause I'm vampin' I live and die for Hip Hop This is Hip Hop for today I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey HO You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground Being low down I do the showdown wit' any little ho round no I wanna know who you're believing through you're funny reasons Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin' You said I know you're Mr OPP man yo PP man won't only see me man You should've known that I was wit if a bit when I ain't hit it And step not to consider the Rep Heck I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker cause I'm Naughty by Nature Not cause I hate cha You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart Even though I forgave ya when you had a spark You try to act like something really big is missing Even though my name's graffiti written on your kitten I love Black women always and disrespect ain't the way Let's start a family today Hip Hop hooray Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey HO Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hooray There's many hungry Hip Hoppers one reason Hip Hop's Hip top today swerve what cha heard Cause I ain't bailing no hey ain't choppin no crops But still grownin ever day Here's a thunder sound from the wonders found From the underground town down the hill Feel how Illtown drown smiles to frowns Snatchin' crowns from clowns beat downs are found Don't know me don't come around Tippy tippy Tippy tippy Sometimes creepin' up I eat em up Your style is older than Lou Rawls Peace to this one and that one and them That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend Fools get foolish neither them or Parker Lewis knew us You could have crews wit shoes and can't step to us Some kitty purr I call em sir too looking for hurt you Any trick that diss gets a curfew I put my projects for boots step through troops and leave proof My problem solvers name is Mook I hittin' woodys in a hoody Peace to Jesette Jobete JoJo Genae and every hood gee That's right my fight is ill Peace goes to LONS and Quest Nice & Smooth & Cypress Hill I live and die for Hip Hop This is Hip Hop of today I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey HO Smooth it out now |
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from Freedom Writers (프리덤 라이터스) by Mark Isham [ost] (2007)
You drew a picture
of my morning But you couldn't make my day Hey I'm rockin' and you're yawning But you never look my way Hey I'm lickin down you darlin' In every single way Hey Your funny flow is foreign And a green card's on the way This ain't got shit to do wit shampoo But watch your head n shoulders brother older bold enough to fold ya Yo I told ya a raid afraid of what I made Plus played a funky fit so save ya flips Plus tricks for that music plus the monkey bit Triggas from the Grilltown Illtown Some ask how it feels How the deal is that we're real so we're still around Don't lamp wit a freestyle phantom ain't tryin' to be handsome Shrinkin' what ya thinkin' cause I'm vampin' I live and die for Hip Hop This is Hip Hop for today I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey HO You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground Being low down I do the showdown wit' any little ho round no I wanna know who you're believing through you're funny reasons Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin' You said I know you're Mr OPP man yo PP man won't only see me man You should've known that I was wit if a bit when I ain't hit it And step not to consider the Rep Heck I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker cause I'm Naughty by Nature Not cause I hate cha You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart Even though I forgave ya when you had a spark You try to act like something really big is missing Even though my name's graffiti written on your kitten I love Black women always and disrespect ain't the way Let's start a family today Hip Hop hooray Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey HO Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hooray There's many hungry Hip Hoppers one reason Hip Hop's Hip top today swerve what cha heard Cause I ain't bailing no hey ain't choppin no crops But still grownin ever day Here's a thunder sound from the wonders found From the underground town down the hill Feel how Illtown drown smiles to frowns Snatchin' crowns from clowns beat downs are found Don't know me don't come around Tippy tippy Tippy tippy Sometimes creepin' up I eat em up Your style is older than Lou Rawls Peace to this one and that one and them That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend Fools get foolish neither them or Parker Lewis knew us You could have crews wit shoes and can't step to us Some kitty purr I call em sir too looking for hurt you Any trick that diss gets a curfew I put my projects for boots step through troops and leave proof My problem solvers name is Mook I hittin' woodys in a hoody Peace to Jesette Jobete JoJo Genae and every hood gee That's right my fight is ill Peace goes to LONS and Quest Nice & Smooth & Cypress Hill I live and die for Hip Hop This is Hip Hop of today I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey HO Smooth it out now |
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from V.I.P. (2009)
You drew a picture
of my morning But you couldn't make my day Hey I'm rockin' and you're yawning But you never look my way Hey I'm lickin down you darlin' In every single way Hey Your funny flow is foreign And a green card's on the way This ain't got shit to do wit shampoo But watch your head n shoulders brother older bold enough to fold ya Yo I told ya a raid afraid of what I made Plus played a funky fit so save ya flips Plus tricks for that music plus the monkey bit Triggas from the Grilltown Illtown Some ask how it feels How the deal is that we're real so we're still around Don't lamp wit a freestyle phantom ain't tryin' to be handsome Shrinkin' what ya thinkin' cause I'm vampin' I live and die for Hip Hop This is Hip Hop for today I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey HO You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground Being low down I do the showdown wit' any little ho round no I wanna know who you're believing through you're funny reasons Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin' You said I know you're Mr OPP man yo PP man won't only see me man You should've known that I was wit if a bit when I ain't hit it And step not to consider the Rep Heck I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker cause I'm Naughty by Nature Not cause I hate cha You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart Even though I forgave ya when you had a spark You try to act like something really big is missing Even though my name's graffiti written on your kitten I love Black women always and disrespect ain't the way Let's start a family today Hip Hop hooray Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey HO Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hooray There's many hungry Hip Hoppers one reason Hip Hop's Hip top today swerve what cha heard Cause I ain't bailing no hey ain't choppin no crops But still grownin ever day Here's a thunder sound from the wonders found From the underground town down the hill Feel how Illtown drown smiles to frowns Snatchin' crowns from clowns beat downs are found Don't know me don't come around Tippy tippy Tippy tippy Sometimes creepin' up I eat em up Your style is older than Lou Rawls Peace to this one and that one and them That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend Fools get foolish neither them or Parker Lewis knew us You could have crews wit shoes and can't step to us Some kitty purr I call em sir too looking for hurt you Any trick that diss gets a curfew I put my projects for boots step through troops and leave proof My problem solvers name is Mook I hittin' woodys in a hoody Peace to Jesette Jobete JoJo Genae and every hood gee That's right my fight is ill Peace goes to LONS and Quest Nice & Smooth & Cypress Hill I live and die for Hip Hop This is Hip Hop of today I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey HO Smooth it out now |
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from Naughty By Nature - Anthem Inc (2011)
20120112(1)
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from Naughty By Nature - Poverty`S Paradise (2004)
Intro:
Oh, oh hell yeah (*police sirens, car screeches*) (Alright we don't want any problems here. Y'all just break it up) Five-0 (Just, just) Say what? (go on home) (We don't wanna take anybody in. We don't wanna give any citations I ain't goin nowhere, I ain't goin nowhere (Ahh, just, ahh, go on home and turn down that music) Fuck that we havin fun (Turn, I want the music turned off) ain't nobody doin nuttin, ain't nobody doin nuttin (right now!) Verse 1: Treach From stank booties wit cooties the finest head is hoochie's Bunta, change your name from Kunta Still wouldn't do that shit that you say, who play with that hoopla hooray, who say? What? Who try? You lie where you try you want ta see your whole damn crew fry The moral of the story, niggas handling it Crooked cops wanna run us out but we ain't abandoning shit Cos we from 1-1-8 wit a slum of crazy niggas wit sawn offs, tre-8's, plus nine millimetres WAIT! You don't wanna start a riot cos they won't jack shit, get quiet til half the fucking force is fired Done em boys now dem unemployed See them on Orange Street looking ta get broke fiending in dope, looking to get corduroy boy the son of Tory, a tray hot hole She play that model like a throttle to waddle a bottle Stop that crooked cop shit is the topic We're coming, fuck a summons, so long as Illtown rocks it, you can't stop it Chorus: Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood? Just pound the sound don't worry now cos they found Illtown Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood? Just pound the sound, don't worry now, don't worry now! Interlude: (This is car number 5-0 We have no control over the situation We are now dispersing We advise the Mayor be moved immediately My God, at least 1500 people are marching straight for City Hall) Verse 2: Treach To bad if you're agile, knee check fragile, eject, reject What's left of your respect? A bag of shit, did you see yet? I'll G it like Viet-nam bomb, so be it Even freak it from the deepest ta weakest, even beat walkers beat it Body breaker from the bricks bank and booty bumper who knew boo hoo, scary like voodoo, strictly Illtown and Zoo crew The party can't quit it's been plan, bought cop's hunt and man's sport They scam sports while Illtown and Newark stand fort We don't wrestle and fools don't disrespect us They don't want ta get pulled inside-out from their assholes and lassoed We just break down and boogie oogie oogie A shoutout ta Ski, Steve Pedro, Gutta and Mookie We're on a mission to keep pou people hoppin and hippin instead of trippin even if the city won't give us permission Listen now, party's mo' butter now, better not fuck around and try ta shut us down We'll find out who run this town Chorus: Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood? Just pound the sound, don't worry cos they found Illtown Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood? Just pound the sound, pound the sound! Verse 3: Treach The sound, the sound, I found the sound, a pound around around a pound of pound of some shit quick ta break it down because the boom-ta-bat-boom-boom makes me want to zoom zoom in ya poom poom, break fool across the room soon as we zoom pass one tellin me chillin's a felony Jokers play like poker, now out comes the jealousy Apparently I am politically overpowered, they can't touch this We'll party no quest', protest show just the slums corruptest So pump this, bump this, pump this if you want this but funk that, funk them, funk this if they front wit that same ol jibber jabber yap flapping groupie crew Etcetera etcetera, ya gotta move the same ol woopty woo You ain't even gotta fill me in, ya better me kill then cos we straight holdin fort like them Indians You talk that I'll lock you up for loitering You'll hit the border then, then you won't be ploicin you'll be borderin Chorus: Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood? Just pound the sound, don't worry now cos they found Illtown Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood? Just pound the sound, don't worry now, don't worry now Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood? Just pound the sound, don't worry now cos they found Illtown Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood? Just pound the sound, pound the sound |
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from Naughty By Nature - Nineteen Naughty Nine Nautre'S Fury (1999)
Chorus:
(Phiness) We came here to party, join together everybody Let's celebrate (iss a party goin on) Iss a holiday (iss a party goin on) We came here to party, throw your hands up everybody Let's celebrate (iss a party goin on) Iss a holiday (iss a party goin on) (Vinnie) Once again, iss on, it's been awhile since you heard the style Yes it took a little time but now we worth your while To all of you from my crew who been waitin so long, this track caps off at that official Naughty bomb shit The Ill-town party rhyme sayer Depletin MC's like the ozone layer May acquire my desires and like vintage wine we shall sell no rhyme, before iss time I'm, the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC Microphone controller, master of ceremonies So remember why you hate me I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By Association Which meanin that you FAKE ASS NIGGAZ who connected to them SNAKE ASS NIGGAZ, don't come up in my FACE, ASS NIGGAZ You try to keep on rhymin like you did't know Naughty By Nature came to save ya from them BULLSHIT shows Chorus (Treach) The Feds pick up the balance, watchin everything that we touch But yeah I see the D stuck in the V-S-E-and-G truck They watchin us, plan on knockin us, threw binoculars My nigga I connect the bottom LOCK to the top of us You take the topic, ain't no profit But give me a picture, and a compass, and I'll do a Nostradamus Find that ass on a quick spot, catch you slippin like ice and silk solks, the cover of your album be the back of milkbox See I'm an iffer hit a shitter like an old timer Momma, I dig a vagina like a gold miner I'ma, rebel rhymer time trauma minus your momma equal a lot less drama, let me talk to you mami Maybe you could come to Dirty Jerz, New Jeru, witcha crew You bring that ass, I'll bring the brew And hit some Thug Passion, and roast some D From incense to hash'n, niggaz HOT, talkin bout crashin Chorus (Phiness) Do we (uh-huh, uh-huh) Do we Do we, dumdum-dum-dum-dum-dum (Vinnie) So yo the moral of the story in this game called rap Either we all gon' clap, or somebody gon' get clapped And I'm not down with that, sure as my name's Vin Rock In '99 I will officially re-open up the block And dedicate my life to preservation of hip-hop I'm tired of seein the people of my culture gettin shot And now I must step up because I know that's all we got I must do it, pursue it, before all the maggots make it rot Hip-Hop, it ain't gon' die, it's gon' diversify And as long as I'm alive, I'm gon' promote the I And no matter how many people try to use or difuse it It ain't nuttin like hip-hop music!! Chorus 2X (Phiness) Do we .. doo-wee Do we .. doo-wee-yeah.. Do we, dumdum-dum-dum-dum-dum |
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from Naughty By Nature - 19 Naughty III (2005)
[Freddie Foxx]
Mic check 1-2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic And your rhyme better be fat, or you might have to fight Yeah, there's no escape from the terrordome You know I'm nice when I'm bustin' fat rhymes on the metronome MC's never pass the mic to the Foxxx, cause Once I bust a fat rhyme, you be a has-was I beat you down on stage and when the battle's over You'll be leaving your show in a hearse Nova I'm flippin' the x's three times and I'm back again See, on my way down stage they had me strapped in But once I hit New York and they losened the chains I went and bought me a Tec, now I'm wild, insane I'm on a hunt for a rapper who want to turn singer I got my beat-em-down bat and a itchy finger So if you're nice with the mic and you want to flip I'm the rap bounty hunter and it's time to get yo ass whipped Yeah, I'm comin' from the streets, pop And please fight back, so you can get dropped It's time to see who's nice and who can really rap I smack the taste out your mouth, you want to be a mack I'm not tryin' to shake the water and wake the gator But I'ma pass the mic like a hot potato 1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 (1 - 2 - 3- 4) [Treach] You fly high... I heard your tape, then flipped the next side lookin for the def side You couldn't be alright if I erased your left side Who's wet dried when Treach tried, next died I'm gonna slide your wet wide, so step side Any dull raps get the skull caps pulled back full breeze Blastin' your ass back at full speed Hoes in flow, you know, bimbo And won't stop prayin' and playin' until I'm layin' up in fo' Nowhere to run, nowhere to go I got a solid hip below the belt to make your nuts not grow Here's to all crews that been wack I got a thinkin cap with raps I attached with a chin strap Flash past your girl who's def in the flesh Yes, you can't believe that she said "Treach" The wicked-a-wicked-a-wully-bully Bad and fully and surely bad Ready and willy gettin' ???? glad Dissed in hell and fell in fire I attack your back, force you to retire with a wet wire Give you the whip appeal like Toby Listen, oldie but goldie Take the dough from all who owe me 1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 (1 - 2 - 3- 4) [Freddie Foxx] If a rapper disrespect me I smack him in his mouth I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat - boom! then I knock him out I keep heat and keep the clips in my sock When my glock get hot you punk niggas better leave the block Yeah, Freddie Foxx on a rampage Every time I touch the mic the police is standin' front stage 'Cause I been labeled as a troublemaker I send my baddest girl to your house to play the heart breaker She'll lay you down and put hickeys on your chest Then turn around and blast you with a .33 shot Tec You couldn't rap, you was wack from the get-go So you got bumped off by my head hoe Called by the Militant Mack, my mentality is jail Long as I'm strapped I can't fail Check this, I take the bass and I bust you in the eye with it A piece of steel with a screen on top, I'm gettin fly with it I'm bringin' suckers to the street again 'Cause them same broke-ass niggas ridin' on my meat again Mr. Microphone flipped the beat again Suckers got caught with the rhyme, felt the heat again I'm breakin' it down, lettin' you know I'm never lettin' go I beat your brother down, punk, just to let you know This is hip-hop, gee, not 'hit pop' You mess around with the beats, get your boots knocked I'ma slide, I'm in her when I see you suckers later As I pass the mic like a hot potato 1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 (1 - 2 - 3- 4) [Treach] Shrimps attempt to get pimped when playin pimp, why Sleepin with a limp eye Pass the hot potato, Treach done ???? chop to french fries Mad as a murder vet, man, it'll hurt a set Well, to hell with you and your fat-o with the gurtle neck So ol' golddigger, dig some dirt, there you have it Want ring or a marriage, go get the carrot from a rabbit Before I stab him for his lucky foot Hit him with a puffy hook, hit the hare, now look how lucky looks I'm not a chip on your shoulder, I'm a boulder on a path Left a gash, you catch a headache in your ass Class I'm disrespectin', I won't see you trippin', clown Shh - when I do, you be trippin', slippin' and fallin' down All's left to call cops When I smack you with a leather wig and make you suckers suede bald spots Chip-chop, flip the hip-hop, I chuckle You couldn't knock boots with a muthafuckin' knuckle It's on, what's more, talk and get a boo-boo from your jaw It's easy as 1-2-3-4 1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 (1 - 2 - 3- 4) [ Treach ] That's what I'm talkin 'bout Word up 4 potatoes 4 verses Some hard rough stuff for all those hungry MC's out there, you know what I'm sayin' [Freddie Foxx] Yeah baby Nothin' commercial about this The Militant Mack in the house And I got a right hand for all that try to stand in my face and front Believe that And I'm comin' straight from the streets Word up |
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from Naughty By Nature - Anthem Inc (2011)
20120112(1)
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from Naughty By Nature - Anthem Inc (2011)
20120112(1)
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from Naughty By Nature - Anthem Inc (2011)
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from Naughty By Nature - 19 Naughty III (2005)
[Treach] Put me on the planet, dammit, where all the slim shhh look like Janet Slick consider this how I lick it and then fan it Pick, rub and ran it how I run it yeah I ran it And it ran frantic rub put new poonanie panic Plan it, as a package, pick it and then pack it Trick it and attract it, throw a crack then catch it Quick as Richocet Rabbit, quick cause it's a habit To rap it as fast as another brother running rapid [Vin Rock] Never call you Sir, who gives a damn if you Mixalot? East Coast gets the props, producers rock your knot Baby ain't got back, baby got black That's why you see the black baby and you respect that [Treach] Checka check it out, on and on and on, rock on To the breaka breaka dawn it's on "On and on and on, on and on and on Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn" --) Charlie B [Vin Rock] Make room for one rude boy, bad mood boy, new and old school boy Now watch a true man take out all the school boys And don't get out of touch cause you just get a slut With a "Closed For Repair" sign on your nuts [Treach] Yeah we're the thing slangers, body boom bangers Breaking in your shit with a hanger Damn real I'm gonna live it up Never forgive your cut on my back watching your girl's gap give it up [Vin Rock] I touch you where it hurts first, brutalize you with a verse Criticize, my lyrics work Think about a lost block, black stop I'd rap and make a wack drop then slap you with my back drop [Treach] The boom-bang slap papper's fat fat Step in my path and get that ass cr-crack cracked Checka check it out, on and on and on Rock on, to the breaka breaka dawn it's on "On and on and on, on and on and on Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn" (Repeat 2x) [Treach] Singing like a buddha bang, hang out with a true crew down with the coochie bang Brothers come to do the same But monkey see, monkey do, get your monkey ass played [Vin Rock] Individuals get original cause a this a be critical And pickable and pitiful I ain't with the big con heart Ripping other rhymes apart, here to spark me some iron parts [Treach] I stick to a city with some rippple, hit a bitty from the middle Hang on kitties like a cripple nipple Checka check it out, on and on and on Rock on, to the breaka breaka dawn it's on "On and on and on, on and on and on Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn" (Repeat 2x) |
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from Naughty By Nature - Poverty`S Paradise (2004)
CHORUS
It's workin', It's workin' Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets, we reign and we pop, and daily routine sweeps. It's the fanatic, can't kick the habit, so there you have it, I'm a addict. When I'm near the mike I gots to grab it. Rip the system to shreds, grab the braids in my head. Everybody get lifted, remember the rhyme said. This is your introduction to the new episode. With the Double I countin' down to explode. Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more, livin' rotten to the core everybody to the right, cause all I got left is my flow. I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a record ocean. Uh oh, I guess it's going' down, not now, right now. So I got down with the git down for Illtown. Figure it's the fine fanny, I miss my mammy. And you could ask my uncle Randy, I'm grateful for my granny nanny that's my mother's mammy. Two tittle brothers with different fathers but we're still family. Forget how rough I had it, let's see how smooth it gets. Cuz I might wind up doing that same old cruddy shit. Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood. Back cockin', buckshottin', your ass is shot. CHORUS It's workin', It's workin' Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! Can you chill a can can you spill a can can you kill a can I know I can I know I can I know I can can an American a Republican tucking with this African can from this kian land I know I can It's a war wick wick wick wack that's Dionne Dionne should have predicted her quick trip and Stayed cool like fuckin' freon Or get frozen for eons and beyond bein' the unbelievable bastard I be Well belive that shit's some be on Settle the score check Melba needs Moore since now she poor looks to get richer by puttin' rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step KLICKOW' Your ass like Calvin so butts get kicked now forgive the enemy be a friend of me you teach but forgivin' ain't seem my music crushed in the streets preach love practice hate break tapes and chatterin' Streaks on your structure Stain your whole establishment let's get specific style that's horiorific twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic we'll lift it then shift it brandish the biscuit finish you nitwit cancel Christmas won't stop this slick shit CHORUS It's workin', It's workin' Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! time to do sit up I'm a loose nut watch crews get cut bring it to my illtown grounds and lose your butts but whaqt is the matter matter of fact I don't wanna hear you talk so close your trap Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter see Dolores sucka truck I shoula told you Large Marge sent her two chocolates away from being sloppy in bunches with no lunches step with the punches and try some butt crunches get your hands clappin front and the back and keep a cool head for all my swingers packin attackin' back in the motherfuckin' house done travelled a milion miles and I'm still kickin' styles backsnack taht ass back now how's about that? you feel about as shitty as a baby's unwiped ass crack I'll crack a bat dead on the back black and leave you layin' there flat as a flapjack We ain't friends to the end I blasted Chuckie after this instead of beef you'll be givin me chicken at Kentucky lackin' lucky so worlds fear these and there'll be no more you Ooh! ooh! like no world's series Never a fad and madder than mad and radical rude rottin' razxkal kid man what's happenin'? check the skills on the real it's best to chill don't be caught in the down the hill ordeal it's ill man this shit is deep huh! I'm goin' deep undercover like a muhfucker way beneath the sheets full blows get thrown to the upper dome and continue to go on until you're up and gone When we spot a block knok no tellin' where the rest will go hustle with my friends straight ballin' like testicles bowlin for dollars rollin' for hours rappers the pin strike is my friend they be took out in groups of ten scoopin' change you'll be like "Who's that group again?" on the ground with no sound with just boots and chins yeah and ya don't stop lust check out us Illtown niggaz rock |
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from Naughty By Nature - Nineteen Naughty Nine Nautre'S Fury (1999)
Jamboree
[Treach] I wanna see y’all who wanna plan with me Wave your hands across the land if we family Say hot-damn hot-damn we wanna jamboree This is for my peeps here I stand for you cause you stand for me [Chorus] C’mon I know I jam, I know I jam jam, while oh damn I know I jam, I know I jam jam boree I know I jam, I know I jam jam while oh damn why don’t you Jamboree for me? Yes, Indeed [Treach] Kaboom kaboom the platoon came on in eight limbs and timbs Broke rims smoked sims whoop dogs with bent rims For the real and the raw from whoo’d up with the law I never kill for the thrill but I cut for the cars Smokin’ budda with a hoota’ get better prices from looters Shake my shell with the shooters leed a luga with duga Some say modeling and acting mean treach is selling (man he’s Sellin’) While I’m yelling first a felon with my gat at ya melon (BOOYAH) Hella heated, I’m too ill for them to beat it We the most cheated most weeded most needed You best believe it Lets take the tapes jam for me, stand for me Your’e damned to be without the jamboree [Chorus 1x] [Vinnie] We’ve put it down since the days of high school and everywhere we Mark we rule Naughty’s about to raise our stock And we didn’t come to brag about what we got nigga We came to rock We blew the spot taking the streets to pac You’d be thug-style for a while (?then cold rolled our jock?) Using the last few years as our evidence Niggas been tryin’ to duplicate the mixture ever since You live in value reprimanding If you challenge me I guarantee When we finish I’ll be the last man standing Fuck what you heard naughty is forever in demand when Kay drop tracks all the party people jammin’ [Treach] I wanna see y’all who wanna plan with me Wave your hands across the land if we family Say hot-damn hot-damn we wanna jamboree This is for my peeps here I stand for you cause you stand for me [Chorus 1x] [Treach] I ask the thugs who have mercy in these days is dirty I’m still sturdy and flirty till my derby for jersey The funk is pass-booted lights-camera-shoot it I just did it to do it that’s why I suit it and boot it Here’s the graphic niggas is just tattered and added Orgy’s are automatic from back-traffic to addicts Crush the cabbage straight from the savage to lavish We rip those who rat it thats why your click had it (?dog?) cats to cuchies for me its lootchie then hootchies Cause we’ll drop a cuzzie that leaves your whole label woozy And shitty and dizzy because your whole city miss me And whip out they titties And from they kiddies throw me 50’s in bundles of 100’s And make every hater want it Drunk and blunt it knock onto the hottest nigga comin’ Kay scratch and cut ya no matta what you make or Wanna come and touch her the punani rusher like Usher [Chorus 2x to fade] [Zhane] (Jam On It) (Jam-Jam-Jam) (Jam-Jam-Jam) (Jam On It) |
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from Naughty By Nature - Poverty`S Paradise (2004)
Intro:
118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs 1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill And knock his ass into left field I'm still a body bruisin' master Dat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya Like port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it 5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said Don't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler A star spangler boogie banger Rottin' Razklas 118 on the scene I'm representin' And if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin' And kickin in nigga take a step back It ain't even all that nigga catch a cap If ya don't wanna brawl jack Guzzle down a 40 till I'm all full Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find No he didn't but I'll you Hook: I tell you what good with deez some and the how Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2) Right out the alleys of Cali Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood Watch us bring wreck quick Road Dawgs the next kick Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip 235 thick Ingelwood Illtown click Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix Boobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools And slaying crews Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me Don't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow Treach: Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines So motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines Swift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks So listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles Mumps plus fuckin' chicken pox Givin' props to all the Old school that paved the way Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey Three letters describing that ass here's a clue S-C-K the only thing missing is you Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums Try it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap Cause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap A black alley cats can catch my back And to that and these scrap Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends But nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims That's how it go that's how we roll pow! Cause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow Hook Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin' Keep my material similar to a serial killer Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter pat Pats to better brat packs I'm airing shit out like DAT Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit Flowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT To your advantage if you could manage the damage I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry Advancing my chances and ya retreatin' From the beatin' ya seekin' Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin' On time for too much tough talk Nigga walk and keep walking Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking I'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag Ha ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown This ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on With more thong then Janet with her panties on Ya best to get it out the way boy The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow Hook |
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from Naughty By Nature - Nineteen Naughty Nine Nautre'S Fury (1999)
*sounds of an automatic being fired then a single gunshot*
(Master P) Unnnnnnnnnnnngh! He heh Master P and Treach nigga It's all family baby Get them Naughty boys I got the No Limit Soldiers And when we posse up these niggaz gon' pay us Chorus: Phiness (Mystikal) I thought I told you have my mo ney (Whatcha wan' do nigga?) You got until sunrise, or lose your life (Whatcha gon' do nigga?) We comin with them thangs, and we ready to ride (Where they at? Let's GET EM!) Are you ready to die (live or die, live or die, live or die) (Where they at? Let's GET EM!) (Vinnie) With a little bit of taste of the bass to the face in the place for anybody not payin-on-time Rather be up in a six foot cell before I let another nigga get flagrant-with-mine And we be takin all cash, no checks, so go cancel this I know niggaz are so scandalous The ones I bust I'ma show em nuff ? on how many people thinkin that they can stand with this, sheeyit I thought somebody told you, BOY Them Naughty niggaz ain't no toys You're f**kin with sixteen styles over sixteen bars Sixteen car man entourage And when we get things started, I'm the hardest artist Styles I flips retarded Family who can handle this From Illtown to S.E. to Los Angeles Chorus (Treach) Hear the tale, of the n'Illtown O.G., better know me Shape the gold teeth, CD be, bring the clip shells and Olde E and gats, so no one gets close to me and down to scrap, raise em from that True tradition, RAISE EM UP, and gangsta bitches that'll blaze them butts, don't play for f**k Now we had a dealer knock off joints, Julie's jackin with the drop-off point (yo what the deal nigga) You backed out, I f**kin WITNESSED it And have partners have to split shit with (Nah, pay me now, bust it) At sundown see I went on work I sent a tec mount in a tennis skirt, pop the blood claat Watch a thug rock, slugs pop With every cop on the block, with double-eye on my mugshots He better pay me like he postin bail or send his hand with no nails to his mom in the mail Chorus (Mystikal) Don't look now, but I'M BACK!! Now give me all my props again I gotta kick your motherf**kin ass for steppin on my MOCASSINS!! We blended with Treach and Vinnie from Naughty By Nature It's Mystikal with Silkk the Shocker and 'nem No Limit Lieutenant is at it again!! Catch me in the studio, tappin in from it, actin bad with a pen!! No blackin, no ant-draggin, no babblin I'm grabbin the mic in the booth when they peak I'ma gon' get me started WRASSLIN!! Turnin and tusslin Clutchin and musclin I saw myself the demons when I'm BUSTIN THEM If you wanna live you wouldn't F**K WITH THEM Don't F**K WITH THEM (Silkk the Shocker) Ha hah, don't f**k with them, look Nigga, I keep a tight show, Luciano type dough Feature Al Capone's way out nigga, I got that type of flow Don't floss, if it ain't yours See we a bunch of feature artists, y'all a bunch of "and mores.." Get the picture like Van Gogh, plus they done banned our tours Catch me gettin my floss on walkin 'cross marble tan floors Can't even touch the flow, can't even touch no coat Bitch I'm made now, I can't even much touch no mo' F**k the whole rap game up nigga just, one of my lines Say y'know a nigga like me, you're lyin bitch cause I'm like one of a kind From the Jerz to the five-oh we get down and dirty ya heard? I gotta eat, so I gotta go to street, cop two keys and a bird .. So y'all better have what you owe me! By sundown .. Or else I'ma get Mystikal, Naughty By Nature, my boys and 'nem .. We gonna get y'all! Chorus |
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from Naughty By Nature - Nineteen Naughty Nine Nautre'S Fury (1999)
(Treach)
One steps down the path of poverty most know the route not a pot to piss in or a door to throw it out All I hear, these days, we say, she say, we say, anyway He grows, she grows, we grow, listen negro (listen) I die, you die, few die, who rob, its do or die You fry, I fry, new play, new day, new God Tell me, what's the sense of this? Tell me before they gotta jail me and mail me Had to mention it You've never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this Some plans, one chance, hold heat, hold head, hold theirs (hold ya head) Peep rules, we proof, meet troops, speak truth, teach youth (teach the youth) No crews, who's who? New day, new rules, do you: Break bread, wake heads, check heads, half-a-head for steak feds? (check 'em) They'll lock your body, even gotti Grab your shotties for an illuminati (ready) They'll lock your body as gotti Grab your shotties it's an illuminati (Chorus: Phiness) Open your eyes up, people can't you see? It's gettin' harder by the day for you and me All my life I've seen so much misery Can there be a better place for you and me? (VinRock) Why, everytime you try to show a nigga love they shit on you? F**k I'm suppose to do? Why, everytime a brother comin' up some pray ya through? That's what success'll do Cause I'm a hard workin' black man In my face stab in my back man Rob and steal they wanna kill me black man Tell me now what the deal is black man Don't ya know the powers in our hand? Cause we shine we end up six feet inland When we could build one nation And it's comprised of all persuasion African, Latin caught cagin', Asian New World Order, Hip-Hop Nation Then we can turn hate to love like Malcolm and Martin tripped up, open up your eyes (Chorus: Phiness) Open your eyes up, people can't you see? It's gettin' harder by the day for you and me All my life I've seen so much misery Can there be a better place for you and me? (Phiness) Here today, gone tomorrow Live then lay, here tomorrow (Treach) Tell me, what's the sense of this? Tell me before they gotta jail me and mail me Had to mention it You've never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this What's the sense of this? Tell me before they gotta jail me and mail me Had to mention it You've never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this (Chorus: Phiness) Open your eyes up, people can't you see? It's gettin' harder by the day for you and me All my life I've seen so much misery Can there be a better place for you and me? (Treach) Feel me, the end of the century Feel me, they want us in wakes and penitentiaries (open your eyes) That's how the envy be Now they got it, we our own enemies Feel me, the end of the century Feel me, they want us in wakes and penitentiaries (open your eyes) That's how the envy be Now they got us, we our own enemies |
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from Naughty By Nature - Rhino Hi-Five: Naughty By Nature [ep] (2005)
[Voice - 2Pac] It's gonna be alright, you gotta believe dat [Treach] Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot Over the past year a lot of niggas went pop drop So I thank you for my life and all that I got I wanna praise you and drop off a message to Pac I was sitten here lookin at your picture my nigga puttin hash with the weed wit a mixture of liqour we can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit I can't figure nigga I miss ya this thug gonna miss ya til I'm wit cha' it was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down doesn't even seem like 7 years passed both rodies now homies out the hood on the scene you did the humpty with the u I did the walk wit the queen was a dream smokin and drinkin ? Stealin' backstage passes to hit ho's and coleseums ? the flip up make them lift they shit up get it the get up lift the trix up and switch up think of all the times that I rolled wit mine male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge they was blinded when the good shined through they were on you Just know I'm gonna mourn you til I join you Chorus: x2 ashes to ashes and dust to dust i hope you here me now in god we trust even all the prayers can't bring you back to us i'll mourn you til I join you cause i'll keep in touch [Treach] we was two lil niggas both skinny and broke happy if we scrap pennies for smokes tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news you was over in ney york to film this movie called juice called you back up you told me pack up Me and you and Stretch could shack up the thug luv back up the act up Shock G and Hakeem would call and fuss cause they know we all kicked up dust You remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our RACE You beat his ass then you spit in his face I remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels and Big Stretch punched him out his shoes Back then I was taken stashes quick who holdin That's when every piece of bud I was rolen was stolen we would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks spit the emos over demos thinken ladies and lemos you was a wild motherfucker who could never sit still said you wouldn't rest untill you saw a mill nigga I felt you we was back an forth burough to projects for forts damn I wish they knew how much you loved new york shit and can't nobody dis my nigga motha fuck that I miss my nigga i'm a mourn you til I join you [Spoken] You ain't got to worry about how long I'm gonna mourn ya I'm gonna keep your name on the streets Chorus x2 [Treach] I'm ya true motherfucker thug nation alert keep his name on the street til ya lay in the dirt this shit hurts cause we went from poor to rich you're supposed to see alot more than this they brought you up locked you up when you did above the rim they let you out you called us up we came as thugs again we were here ah-ha rapist they shout ya'll was talkin shit that ya'll didn't know a damn thang bout you was going through your stress while your enemies laughed ain't never take no shit and Tupac never took no ass fuck the press fuck the world life goes on when you die fuck the judge fuck the court and every bitch that lied a little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked my lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot soon as I get there I find Afeni urgin' me think I missed my baby, don't leave after surgery so I'm lookin in her eyes while they walkin me through thinkin Pac hard head what the hell I'm a do so we kicked it as they stayed and I asked what you need you say a pound for comin nigga and a hit of some weed so I asked you not to go over and over god knows you done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes so we got over that, you held up got locked ? they had you caged when I stopped yeah the chain remains plus you a part of my link they fucked up by givin you too much time to think I remember your release and we met up in l.a.? at the ? gettin blazed hand me down with the hay after that you blew up a made nigga platinum plus addicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs now we in these savage ages even yourself predicted that last night in vegas I heard gats were brandished, my nigga once again damaged And a part of his heart right here in Venice At the same time you was both loved and feared M.O.B. and fuckin thug of the year I'm a mourn you til I join you chorus x2 [Everybody] we'll mourn - that's what we'll do we'll mourn - till we're with you |
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from Nothing To Lose (낫씽 투 루즈) by Robert Folk [ost] (1997)
Intro/chorus:
Jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump) Not yet....... Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up) How many niggas gettin lye tonight? How many niggas gettin high tonight? Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up) Verse 1: treach Na-na, na-na I say fight, you holler a quarter day late A dollar short, poppin more corks and niggas don't get Ya collared court, trife ass whitney will you motherfuckin mouth, aight And change your life, we'll sell your life, and tape your fat ass tight Must be just the master monk The underhood, the underworld's under man Motherfuck bein understood, long as we understand You can't twist the treach ? ? ? ? ? and mix his friends Niggas over here don't switch and bitch and bend All eyes on a prize, pimpin it, and battle a million dollar chance I glance and just take your tip It's that last nine hundred and ninety nine thou' And bowed and thanked the crowd bein in style And gimme all these boys a while, truth will tell, I ain't have skunk Get em tough and guts, smoke from *? stoge? * and hand treach Get em out of grants that they owe, the top notch Makin blocks flock, don't have to bust shots I got props, I'm warning you like closing doors when cop knocks Chorus Verse 2: vin rock Ha Now let me line this nigga up How you soundin talkin plain wit my name, man what the fuck? Oh, you don't know, boom bap smack and there it is How we dealin wit these frustrated niggas in the biz? (what the fuck was he freakin? ) I bring some drink in, just for fun They be guzzlin on gallons of that red ass rum You might as well-a put a motherfuckin bounty on your head Cos the drama's for your momma, till your bitch ass dead (let those) chickens, I see your mental picture clickin I, know I only make it for the one-night stickin Phat, I take that back because I was not thinkin After one piece of my dick, your brain starts shrinkin How many niggas gettin lye tonight? How many niggas gettin high tonight? Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up) Verse 3: treach, vin rock What? check it, when the man ain't the man no more We'll see which one of his men will withstand and be the man in the war All that rah rah, I send that ass bye bye After that I fly, I put that on the tatt on my neck, capital i-i Serve those wit the nerve to test this Step and get'cha records clipped Original is what you kick but I know you better quit You analyse my click then go duplicate my shit Discredit's what you get, cos you bit Niggas get the hit-low, and shit loads, I flip shows If it goes to glocks, we didn't have the blocks in your zip code Keep hittin knockers wit the showstopper in this industry For they hit us with the hoffa or kennedy remedy That's when vinnie will be Lightin shit up brighter than a bicentennial, see we Sick of talkin shit, niggas knowin how we do So if you don't fuck with us, we won't have to fuck with you (we won't have to fuck wit you) Chorus |
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from Naughty By Nature - Rhino Hi-Five: Naughty By Nature [ep] (2005)
Army with harmony Dave drop a load on 'em OPP, how can I explain it I'll take you frame by frame it To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it O is for Other, P is for People scratchin' temple The last P...well...that's not that simple It's sorta like another way to call a cat a kitten It's five little letters that are missin' here You get on occassion at the other party As a game 'n it seems I gotta start to explainin' Bust it You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello You get her name and number and then you feelin' real mellow You get home, wait a day, she's what you wanna know about Then you call up and it's her girlfriend or her cousin's house It's not a front, F to the R to the O to the N to the T It's just her boyfriend's at her house (Boy, that's what is scary) It's OPP, time other people's what you get it There's no room for relationship there's just room to hit it How many brothers out there know just what I'm gettin' at Who thinks it's wrong 'cos I'm splittin' and co-hittin' at Well if you do, that's OPP and you're not down with it But if you don't, here's your membership Chorus: You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (Every last homie) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (All the homies) As for the ladies, OPP means something gifted The first two letters are the same but the last is something different It's the longest, loveliest, lean-- I call it the leanest It's another five letter word rhymin' with cleanest and meanest I won't get into that, I'll do it...ah...sorta properly I say the last P...hmmm...stands for property Now lady here comes a kiss, blow a kiss back to me, now tell me exactly Have you ever known a brother who have another like ah girl or wife And you just had to stop and just 'cos he look just as nice You looked at him, he looked at you and you knew right away That he had someone but he was gonna be yours anyway You couldn't be seen with him and honestly you didn't care 'Cos in a room behind a door no one but y'all are there When y'all are finish, y'all can leave and only y'all would know And then y'all could throw the skeleton bones right in the closet do' Now don't be shocked 'cos if you're down I want your hands up high Say OPP (OPP) I like to say with pride Now when you do it, do it well and make sure that it counts You're now down with a discount Chorus: You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (Every last lady) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (All the ladies) This girl ah tried to OPP me I had a girl and she knew that matter-of-fact my girl was partner's that Had a fall out, disagreement, yeah an argument She tried to do me so we did it in my apartment, bust it That wasn't the thing it must have been the way she hit the ceiling 'Cos after that she kept on coming back and catchin' feelings I said, "Let's go my girl is coming so you gotta leave" She said, "Oh no, I love you Treach" I said, "Now child please" You gots to leave, come grab your coat, right now you gotta go I said now look you to the stairs and to the stairwindow This was a thing, a little thing, you shouldn't have put your heart 'Cos you know I was OPP, hell from the very start Come on, come on, now let me tell you what it's all about When you get down, you can't go 'round runnin' off at the mouth That's rule number one in this OPP establishment You keep your mouth shut and it won't get back to her or him Exciting isn't it, a special kinda business Many of you will catch the same sorta OPP is you with Him or her for sure is going to admit it When OPP comes, damn-- skippy I'm with it Chorus: You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (This whole party) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (This whole party) Break it down! |
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from Rhino Hi-Five: Hip Hop [Vol 2] (2006)
Arm me with harmony
Dave drop a load on 'em verse 1: Hmm...OPP, how can I explain it I'll take you frame by frame it To have y'all all jumpin' shall we singin' it O is for Other, P is for People...scratch yo temple The last P Well...that's not that simple It's sorta like a, well, another way to call a cat a kitten It's five little letters that I'm missin' here You get it on occassion if the other party isn't game'n it seems I gotta start the explainin' Bust it You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello You get her name and number then left feelin' real mellow You get home, wait a day, she's what you wanna know about Then you call up and it's her girlfriend's or her cousin's house It's not a front, an F to the R to the O to the N to the T It's just her boyfriend's at her house (Boy, that's what is scary) It's OPP, some other people's pu... You get it? There's no room for relationships there's just room to hit it How many brothers out there know just what I'm gettin' at? Who thinks it's wrong 'cos I was splittin' and co-hittin' dat? Well if you do, that's OPP and you're not down with it But if you don't, here's your membership Chorus: You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (Every last homie) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (All the homies) abs thta was fresh x7 yeah u know me,yeah u know me yeah u know me all da homies! verse 2: As for the ladies, OPP means something gifted The first two letters are the same but the last is something different It's the longest, loveliest, lean-- I call it the leanest It's another five letter word rhymin' with cleanness and meanness I won't get into that, I'll do it...uh...sorta properly I'll say the last P...hmm...stands for property Now lady here comes a kiss, blow a kiss back to me, now tell me exactly Have you ever known a brother who had another like a girl or wife And you just had to stop and just 'cos he look just as nice You looked at him, he looked at you and you knew right away He had someone but he was gonna be yours anyway You couldn't be seen with him and honestly you didn't care 'Cos in a room behind a door no one but y'all are there When y'all are finish, y'all can leave and only y'all would know And y'all could throw that skeleton bone right in the closet do' Now don't be shocked 'cos if you're down I want your hands up high Say OPP (OPP) I like to say with pride Now when you do it, do it well and make sure that it counts You're now down with it, discount Chorus: You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (Every last lady) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (All the ladies) This gal tried to OPP me I had a girl and she knew that, matter-of-fact, hell, my girl was partners that Had a fall out, disagreement, yeah an argument She tried to do me, so we did it in my apartment, bust it That wasn't the thing, it must have been the way she hit the ceiling 'Cos after that she kept on coming back and catchin' feelings I said, "Let's go my girl is coming so you gotta leave" She said, "Oh no, I love you Treach" I said, "Now child please" You gots to leave, come grab your coat, right now you gotta go I said I'll look you to the stairs and to the stair window This was a thing, a little thing, you shouldn't have brought your heart 'Cos you knew I was OPP, hell from the very start Come on, come on, now let me tell you what it's all about When you get down, you can't go 'round runnin' off at the mouth That's rule number one in this OPP establishment You keep your mouth shut and it won't get back to her or him Exciting isn't it, a special kinda business Many of you will catch the same sorta OPP visit with him or her For sure, I'm going to admit it: When OPP comes, Damn skippy, I'm wit' it Chorus: You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (This whole party) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (This whole party) Break it down! |
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from V.I.P. (2009)
Army with harmony
Dave drop a load on 'em OPP, how can I explain it I'll take you frame by frame it To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it O is for Other, P is for People scratchin' temple The last P...well...that's not that simple It's sorta like another way to call a cat a kitten It's five little letters that are missin' here You get on occassion at the other party As a game 'n it seems I gotta start to explainin' Bust it You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello You get her name and number and then you feelin' real mellow You get home, wait a day, she's what you wanna know about Then you call up and it's her girlfriend or her cousin's house It's not a front, F to the R to the O to the N to the T It's just her boyfriend's at her house (Boy, that's what is scary) It's OPP, time other people's what you get it There's no room for relationship there's just room to hit it How many brothers out there know just what I'm gettin' at Who thinks it's wrong 'cos I'm splittin' and co-hittin' at Well if you do, that's OPP and you're not down with it But if you don't, here's your membership Chorus: You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (Every last homie) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (All the homies) As for the ladies, OPP means something gifted The first two letters are the same but the last is something different It's the longest, loveliest, lean-- I call it the leanest It's another five letter word rhymin' with cleanest and meanest I won't get into that, I'll do it...ah...sorta properly I say the last P...hmmm...stands for property Now lady here comes a kiss, blow a kiss back to me, now tell me exactly Have you ever known a brother who have another like ah girl or wife And you just had to stop and just 'cos he look just as nice You looked at him, he looked at you and you knew right away That he had someone but he was gonna be yours anyway You couldn't be seen with him and honestly you didn't care 'Cos in a room behind a door no one but y'all are there When y'all are finish, y'all can leave and only y'all would know And then y'all could throw the skeleton bones right in the closet do' Now don't be shocked 'cos if you're down I want your hands up high Say OPP (OPP) I like to say with pride Now when you do it, do it well and make sure that it counts You're now down with a discount Chorus: You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (Every last lady) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (All the ladies) This girl ah tried to OPP me I had a girl and she knew that matter-of-fact my girl was partner's that Had a fall out, disagreement, yeah an argument She tried to do me so we did it in my apartment, bust it That wasn't the thing it must have been the way she hit the ceiling 'Cos after that she kept on coming back and catchin' feelings I said, "Let's go my girl is coming so you gotta leave" She said, "Oh no, I love you Treach" I said, "Now child please" You gots to leave, come grab your coat, right now you gotta go I said now look you to the stairs and to the stairwindow This was a thing, a little thing, you shouldn't have put your heart 'Cos you know I was OPP, hell from the very start Come on, come on, now let me tell you what it's all about When you get down, you can't go 'round runnin' off at the mouth That's rule number one in this OPP establishment You keep your mouth shut and it won't get back to her or him Exciting isn't it, a special kinda business Many of you will catch the same sorta OPP is you with Him or her for sure is going to admit it When OPP comes, damn-- skippy I'm with it Chorus: You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (This whole party) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (This whole party) Break it down! |
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from Naughty By Nature - Naughty By Nature (2003)
Army with harmony
Dave drop a load on 'em OPP, how can I explain it I'll take you frame by frame it To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it O is for Other, P is for People scratchin' temple The last P...well...that's not that simple It's sorta like another way to call a cat a kitten It's five little letters that are missin' here You get on occassion at the other party As a game 'n it seems I gotta start to explainin' Bust it You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello You get her name and number and then you feelin' real mellow You get home, wait a day, she's what you wanna know about Then you call up and it's her girlfriend or her cousin's house It's not a front, F to the R to the O to the N to the T It's just her boyfriend's at her house (Boy, that's what is scary) It's OPP, time other people's what you get it There's no room for relationship there's just room to hit it How many brothers out there know just what I'm gettin' at Who thinks it's wrong 'cos I'm splittin' and co-hittin' at Well if you do, that's OPP and you're not down with it But if you don't, here's your membership Chorus: You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (Every last homie) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (All the homies) As for the ladies, OPP means something gifted The first two letters are the same but the last is something different It's the longest, loveliest, lean-- I call it the leanest It's another five letter word rhymin' with cleanest and meanest I won't get into that, I'll do it...ah...sorta properly I say the last P...hmmm...stands for property Now lady here comes a kiss, blow a kiss back to me, now tell me exactly Have you ever known a brother who have another like ah girl or wife And you just had to stop and just 'cos he look just as nice You looked at him, he looked at you and you knew right away That he had someone but he was gonna be yours anyway You couldn't be seen with him and honestly you didn't care 'Cos in a room behind a door no one but y'all are there When y'all are finish, y'all can leave and only y'all would know And then y'all could throw the skeleton bones right in the closet do' Now don't be shocked 'cos if you're down I want your hands up high Say OPP (OPP) I like to say with pride Now when you do it, do it well and make sure that it counts You're now down with a discount Chorus: You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (Every last lady) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (All the ladies) This girl ah tried to OPP me I had a girl and she knew that matter-of-fact my girl was partner's that Had a fall out, disagreement, yeah an argument She tried to do me so we did it in my apartment, bust it That wasn't the thing it must have been the way she hit the ceiling 'Cos after that she kept on coming back and catchin' feelings I said, "Let's go my girl is coming so you gotta leave" She said, "Oh no, I love you Treach" I said, "Now child please" You gots to leave, come grab your coat, right now you gotta go I said now look you to the stairs and to the stairwindow This was a thing, a little thing, you shouldn't have put your heart 'Cos you know I was OPP, hell from the very start Come on, come on, now let me tell you what it's all about When you get down, you can't go 'round runnin' off at the mouth That's rule number one in this OPP establishment You keep your mouth shut and it won't get back to her or him Exciting isn't it, a special kinda business Many of you will catch the same sorta OPP is you with Him or her for sure is going to admit it When OPP comes, damn-- skippy I'm with it Chorus: You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (This whole party) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (This whole party) Break it down! |
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from Jarhead (자헤드 : 그들만의 전쟁) by Thomas Newman [ost] (2005)
Army with harmony
Dave drop a load on 'em OPP, how can I explain it I'll take you frame by frame it To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it O is for Other, P is for People scratchin' temple The last P...well...that's not that simple It's sorta like another way to call a cat a kitten It's five little letters that are missin' here You get on occassion at the other party As a game 'n it seems I gotta start to explainin' Bust it You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello You get her name and number and then you feelin' real mellow You get home, wait a day, she's what you wanna know about Then you call up and it's her girlfriend or her cousin's house It's not a front, F to the R to the O to the N to the T It's just her boyfriend's at her house (Boy, that's what is scary) It's OPP, time other people's what you get it There's no room for relationship there's just room to hit it How many brothers out there know just what I'm gettin' at Who thinks it's wrong 'cos I'm splittin' and co-hittin' at Well if you do, that's OPP and you're not down with it But if you don't, here's your membership Chorus: You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (Every last homie) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (All the homies) As for the ladies, OPP means something gifted The first two letters are the same but the last is something different It's the longest, loveliest, lean-- I call it the leanest It's another five letter word rhymin' with cleanest and meanest I won't get into that, I'll do it...ah...sorta properly I say the last P...hmmm...stands for property Now lady here comes a kiss, blow a kiss back to me, now tell me exactly Have you ever known a brother who have another like ah girl or wife And you just had to stop and just 'cos he look just as nice You looked at him, he looked at you and you knew right away That he had someone but he was gonna be yours anyway You couldn't be seen with him and honestly you didn't care 'Cos in a room behind a door no one but y'all are there When y'all are finish, y'all can leave and only y'all would know And then y'all could throw the skeleton bones right in the closet do' Now don't be shocked 'cos if you're down I want your hands up high Say OPP (OPP) I like to say with pride Now when you do it, do it well and make sure that it counts You're now down with a discount Chorus: You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (Every last lady) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (All the ladies) This girl ah tried to OPP me I had a girl and she knew that matter-of-fact my girl was partner's that Had a fall out, disagreement, yeah an argument She tried to do me so we did it in my apartment, bust it That wasn't the thing it must have been the way she hit the ceiling 'Cos after that she kept on coming back and catchin' feelings I said, "Let's go my girl is coming so you gotta leave" She said, "Oh no, I love you Treach" I said, "Now child please" You gots to leave, come grab your coat, right now you gotta go I said now look you to the stairs and to the stairwindow This was a thing, a little thing, you shouldn't have put your heart 'Cos you know I was OPP, hell from the very start Come on, come on, now let me tell you what it's all about When you get down, you can't go 'round runnin' off at the mouth That's rule number one in this OPP establishment You keep your mouth shut and it won't get back to her or him Exciting isn't it, a special kinda business Many of you will catch the same sorta OPP is you with Him or her for sure is going to admit it When OPP comes, damn-- skippy I'm with it Chorus: You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (This whole party) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (This whole party) Break it down! |
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from Naughty By Nature - Anthem Inc (2011)
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from Naughty By Nature - Nineteen Naughty Nine Nautre'S Fury (1999)
[Treach]
No crooked cops pass my pocket or my peoples cause they evil to my people Fuck procedure hope that ass can spell illegal search and seizure Banged before ain't forgettin go 'head start all your crap and get a boot from a lawsuit and a news conference at eleven Routine stops how often? Tri day before last week (word?) Always tryin to pull me over on these dark ass streets Gave the war two blocks, two middle fingers like my nigga Mr. Fuck-a-Cop Tupac so fuck them mug shots that you got My Boo stops for nathin, know that Bonnie and Clyde If that was then there'll be no Texas with you Tommy's inside Chasin cases got that badge and know you runnin the place But that ain't NAR' a fuckin reason to have them guns in my face And your attitude's, like you ain't no had no nookie (go jerk off) Shit, get your sights, get off that rookie shit Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun You did the same, thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one! [Vinnie] Hardcore on my block just because I'm black Cause I'm ghetto superstar you pull me out of my car Well motherfucker I'm not knowin what they put in yo' ear The only thing I'm transportin is my Naughty hear I don't sell coke no mo', but still I make fast dough by slangin records by the millions, what you question me fo'? Runnin my plates, registration, and insurance thus far L-X fo'-seventy's my COMPANY car So next time you think about, pullin over Uncle Vinnie I'ma call Dan Nolan, sue your whole fuckin city [Treach] Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun You did the same, thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one! So you won't, give the Illy nones Like I fucked your bitches, silly grudge Yeah protect and serve that ass, with a billy club Go the right way, to get rid of ya, political riddle ya Fuck with me I'll turn you to a traffic ticketer To put it plain I'm SICK of ya, cherry tops are pitiful Break bones and ligments, can't fix it, so dig shit To keep niggaz ig'nant, and in crap, like pig shit that's just a fragment, of what they invent, to bend shit Years were handed, for Joe, left by Judy with the booty crew but they blame the game Suzy with the snooty two (who?) The Blockout Thugs plus the hoochie crew, shit I keep my uzi too Who the fuck are you to tell a fool rules? I got somethin for those droppin a loss And somethin else for all you FAGGOTS pullin me out of my car Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun You did the same, thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one! |
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from Naughty By Nature - Poverty`S Paradise (2004)
*footsteps gets walked on and a cell phone rings*
Treach *answers phone*: Nigga DJ Kay Gee: What? Treach: What you doing? DJ Kay Gee: Chilling Treach: So what the album? DJ Kay Gee: It's ended very well Treach: OK then, bye *hangs up* |
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from Naughty By Nature - Anthem Inc (2011)
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aeree615 Bangarang (Feat. Sirah) Skrillex Play The Guitar (Feat. Andre 3000) B.o.B Wild Ones (Feat. Sia) Flo Rida 곡 70 | 담기 7 | 추천 1 |
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from Naughty By Nature - Naughty By Nature (2003)
Oh finally, finally (here we are)
And for good are the three, follow me (it ain't far) Even though if it was, you could make it to the start The enemies, do you know who they are? (there they are) A devil with the dorags be walkin', now I had it up to there Oh yeah, that's the last straw (the nature's back for) Better than Disco (R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-round) Uh-Uh-Uh Pin the tail on the junkie, find a false flavor It's a new day to play with a neighbour Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee By now naugh-ty by nature by me They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged Dump the last of the matinee, 'cos they couldn't stand the damn rain The pain's the same, the game remains mine I got more hooks than a fish line Bite the head off a snake Chew up from the first to last break and shoot 'em in the face Make way, (move), boy, you detest me! (Huh, huh, huh) I seen your last porno flick, it ain't impress me Wassup? Cuddle sport, here's a thought (The only records that they got, are the records their crew bought) Damn real B rock, get fienin, spunky Pin the tail on the donkey (Bring that beat back) Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go I do more poppin than a blockhead Wreck the waxheads, I'm fed (Go ahead, you retired tackhead) Back to the fact of the track witha new thought You couldn't smoke blunts witha match and a Newport Here we go, we go, we go again, witha flow we know, we know it's in (Def play like Poppa Simpson) KayGee's on the slice, can he co-clean? Doin' more scratchin than a funk and a dope fiend Go knock the blocks off, get your props off But don't cop off, cop out, and I'll cuts off Another renegade of rap will stop that I'm more feared than a Sugar Hill contract I'm known for lettin' the ho's go, my demo's all flow When cursin' was a no-no, you dodo Give it up 'cos I'm hot witha warm hate I won't stop, pop, 'til that head is screwed on straight I take shorts, and no sorts so take that clone The only thing I take is the 8 to the path home And I take you all the way to the north stop Your style's more foul than a pork chop I rock the hip-hop, non-stop tick-tock around the big clock, witha spot, tick-tock Pin the tail on the jackass, it don't mean jack (chill.....) to a brother from down the hill Back track with a rap that remains funky (Hmmm, and it's ugh) Back in the day, y'all, I played with playdough The dough is real now, but you don't feel how Starvin hungry MC gets when MC filet mignon is the fixin' I'm starvin' up, it's time ta, call them up, yup Get 'em and cut 'em up, stuff 'em and cook the duck Tough luck, tell 'em to shut up and jet And feel the threat of a real life roughneck Pin the tail on the donkey Check (check), where you (where you), at (at) That another best will need a hard vest for this head check) (What? There's another, Treach?) That's what I heard, yep Three steps from a pit, boom, in his chest I never knew a nigga' really wanted to die Instead he bit, instead of lookin' me eye-to-eye, then I Knew he was truly thru', dumb plus the one To meet the mighty one, call a bad one I rhyme about what I want to, microphone 1-2 You're doin like Lasuran then a bomb do T.H.E. M.C. O.F. R.A.P. T.O. L.(double O).K. A.T. I.N. T.H.E. N.I.N.E. T.I.E., or watch me S.C. And I might stop to step to a Sexy, fancy, prancy and dancy No cosmo stomp, here's the true form Style's so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe horn Here's a clearer mirror, dear ya Lookin' in nearer, cos' I don't fear ya Some get too souped to the point Where it's still too thick but still lick thru and thru Always wanted a guy to come and try To get sly and try ta, get by my Hideous, treacherous style that's wreckin' it (wreckin' it, wreckin' it...) Pin the tail on the donkey (donkey, donkey...) What? Yo, yo, yo, yo, wassup yo? What happened? It's like that? We gonna rush you again Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go |
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from Naughty By Nature - Nineteen Naughty Nine Nautre'S Fury (1999)
(Treach) You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)
{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da} {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da} (Treach) Turn up your motherf**kin RADIO (Turn it up!) Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da} Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Verse One: Treach I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER Sucker motherf**kers better call me SIRE To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher Glad to meet you MOTHERF**K THAT, nice to mush ya The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of beer of beer on the wall on the wall The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer! Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of happened to happened to fall we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL So I asked some-motherf**kin-body who breed's the bangest? Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers! Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York! (Niggy what?!) Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da} {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da} (Treach) Turn up your motherf**kin RADIO (Turn it up!) Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da} Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Verse Two: Vinnie My radio believe me, I like it loud I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK) But don't you come around unless you got a boombox to add on to the sounds that we already got We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C. Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over so call up with your request it's been a good long while Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach (Treach) Turn up your motherf**kin RADIO (Turn it up!) Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da} Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Verse Three: Treach When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob Dressin wildin up my niggaz ? slice my tuner top The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop My motto here you see is no way slick Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade* (Treach) Turn up your motherf**kin RADIO (Turn it up!) Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da} Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! |
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from Naughty By Nature - Poverty`S Paradise (2004)
조병덕.......입니다.
우송.......... -Hama(하마: 河馬)- -Hama(하마: 河馬)- -Hama(하마: 河馬)- -Hama(하마: 河馬)- -Hama(하마: 河馬)- |
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from Naughty By Nature - Poverty`S Paradise (2004)
(Treach)
We're on wax and it concerns ya that's make us eternal like a picture Ya bitch ya, I'll fix ya, raise a rapture ripped ya scripture I'll mac a meal infact until I stack the bills ta rack the skills ta get a track ta kill them rap at will, the I is capital double L, lower case t-o-w-n No trouble, I'll bust your bubble then leave you for ruin Such come a dime a dozen, fuck some You lost the race by a dick slut's cum cos nuts won What fun freaking it frequently, freak wit me, slick ta freak quick Your girl's poonany's packed like tha freaknic We get redicu-down-diculous and devious, believe me bitch Now your fucking soul ain't so mischevious Diss who? We're the hip-hop rap pounder founder Ricocheting PM to AM, frying freestyle flounders big as bouncers Ounce ta ounces Don't make us check you yes you, just know respect due! (Vinnie) I'm hearin niggas in the game yappin this yappin that Talkin Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rap but I bet if you put a pen and pad in my hand I could write it in your face my friend, put it on tape and then give it to my nigga Kay Gee, he produces me Pump it thru the Flavor Unit, spread it thru the industry The next three weeks my single done peaked on the rap sheets Sound's knockin from malls to swapmeets And then there's oh mad tours and oh mad whores We sign autographs by the G's in the in-stores And then there's oh mad sex and ASCAP checks So when I, um, plex it, it's me I'm in the beamer or Lexus Guess which nigga is next to flex this Style that I be rippin's authentic so don't text this (Treach) You can fool some of the people some of the time but not all of the people all of the time Some of the rhymes some of the times cos some of the 9's some of em mine And bout a brown as Bobby wit a trolley to bury Halle, it's chocolate so pardon Dolly as a hobby When it comes to harm me ya don't alarm me cos I roll wit Double I and Ron G's army So that's 235 on a slang bang and see Ron wit a nigga for fucking A-Train And that's deep like the minds of Minolta Deep ditch like the Swedish knits on John Travolta If you don't look good we don't look good These nuts that soon clear the room So boom to the break and break, ah, to the snap and snap ta the beat, I'll freak them, bring it back So's I had no choice but ta roll wit the flow Plus I came over the bridge and I ain't wasting my toll |
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from Naughty By Nature - Anthem Inc (2011)
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from Naughty By Nature - Nineteen Naughty Nine Nautre'S Fury (1999)
(Chorus x2)
Ring the alarm Jersey bring the bitch out the bastards Woah yeah We get cash in wit bass D.O.A. You'll find that higher Brick City D.O.A. (Verse 1) It just ain't yo time yet, and you still claimin rhyme vet Criticise us when yo bitch ass ain't even signed yet Instincts is mental, some bitch stinkin gentle Go reshine yo symbol and rethink yo demo If fifth was a fifth we'd both be drunk And if it hurt my shit he'd be dead in the trunk Fuck the funk, pass the puck And parade on Upper Lassgate The charge in the city is still perform for Petacky In that case it must be Naughty for life Shout out to all my niggas doin 20 to life I trust fools about as far as I can see you tricks So fuck you wit 2, think quick I don't need you jinx (Ha!) CHORUS x2 (Replace Jersey with Westside on repeat) (Verse 2) Spoke the mic and let you kiss of death Smokin MCs before they have a chance to take one breath I got the shit to blow right through yo vest Any nigga thinkin they wanna step 2 this, jump and test Naughty's been known for bringin major niggas max of stress Never want us in yo party cos we crack yo set Little juvenile delinquent gets a classic vet Somebody come and grab yo child before I snap his neck Uuh! Yeah! You motherfuckers disgrace me I'll make money but the money don't make me Niggas like you be always actin so flakey Chess while you runnin round yo hood, don't shake ya Crowd puts it down on the level above It's international called Illtown love Witness this motherfucker just turn the mic on I spit this shit from my bitches who get they dyke on, rap pawns CHORUS x2 (Replace Jersey with Midwest on repeat) (Verse 3) Jerry taps some more caps, ooh where you goin Reapin in somebody half six in the mornin Whoo, and the rollin deep with they gat in they hand With they wars canine, and they batterin rams Somebody that got them mad Bitch rollin through the front fence, strollin through my back If Vin move the llello, continue to lay low You try to fuck me now you've been doe rubbin day hoe Could've been on the payroll, but you wanna play bro So muthafuck you and tell the captain I say so I'll show you the master you dick writin bastard My lawyer's so good, she gonna be workin in Alaska CHORUS x2 (Replace Jersey with Eastside on repeat) |
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from Naughty By Nature - Poverty`S Paradise (2004)
Intro: Vin Rock, Treach
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from Naughty By Nature - Naughty By Nature (2003)
Intro: Vin Rock
(Strike a nerve) Yo bitch, it was some bitch in a seminar talkin bout you had to get up early to wax this (Strike a nerve) Them other motherfuckers said you couldn't even wax that dirty bitch So wassup y'all? (Strike a nerve) Verse 1: Treach I get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the fuck up, ho" Shit, shaved, and bathed e'ryday then I must go Ugh, this is Everyday All Day, let's all say Pluckin enough and roughin em up and fuckin em up always Bet, let's talk about a back flash, ya jackass That fast you flash witta match, your fast rap And even though you didn't know me before the flow solo It's no slow way to go, bolos I throw or sold Let's pick a bitch to pick with, peekaboo I see you thru your crew, now whatchu wanna do? After that, caps off to the black frost My pants always sag cos I rap my ass off (Oooooh) You wanna talk about a badboy *?sanchoi?* I'm bad as they come, chum, straight up ricochet rap style To Vin Rock and KayGee, I'm the baby Droppin the ladies, cravin ya maybe, I have the right to be lazy Got more stretch to my swing and the stretch of a chicken wing The flavor is bacon and its cravin is icecream I'm too trucked to be fucked and too live, otherwise Ya drive by's smuffler, word to the mother, my brother eyed Runnin and comin, drama starin wit a stellar I need so many lumps, I'll use your head as a braille book Many friends ships ink, quick, fast It'll take a dollar worth of gas to outlast your little tired ass You tried to swing this way, you little swifty (Ha ha ha, slum bitches still miss me) I do the dumpin, humpin, clappin like thunder and that's comin from a land down under Interlude: Yo, I'm sick of dis shit, man Niggas tryin to cut, they rocks none (Strike a nerve) Yo, they tryin to make us drop, Vin Rock sayin he don't rock enough Yo kick that shit Verse 2: Vin Rock Prepare for the worst, cos I ain't livin loss I wouldn't just give a fuck, cos givin is free and my fuck's cost ????? your loss in The Source, cos I know no way I been there before, maybe 5-6 times a day Sometimes I put my hands on my head when I'm done, from and wondered to myself where did dat def shit come from? And then I think about the Naughty and the Nature in it and then the Flavor then the figures while I'm flowin wit it So I won't give up, stop, stall, quit, ya kitten You can't touch this, fuck what them throats written I got tracks, better known as snaps, far forbidden And the warm do, I know, I know how to make ya feel it I'll take a head, I'll make ya spread and now lay back I tell you once, I tell you twice, Vinnie don't play that (You don't?) So don't start, there will be none is the lesson, folks I hate cigarettes but my Smith & Wessun smokes >From anywhere, from any corner, anytime that's right Who you bashin? I go blast in broad daylight You stand hard, you look hard, yeah, your figure's soft I got nuff props from buckshots that niggas caught Ya say you can't go to the takin me out close Huh, in that case, you shoulda named your album "Almost" I wouldn't rely on the try if I was you, yo Cos I'm turnin tries into "oh oh's" and "hell no's" I wouldn't be caught dead witchu up in tryin it And if I was goin, I get my stiff ass up and rip shit I can't go out like a wooden sock with padlocks I'll leave tacks tiny and slimy like snot spots I write a day, to me, it's a common caper Say so much shit, huh, I write my rhymes on toilet paper Interlude: Yeah, Vin Rock, backbone of Naughty By Nature, y'knowI'msayin? (Strike a nerve) That's right, so everybody sleepin on the up, stay off of my dick (Strike a nerve) We're gonna stomp this time around, word up (Strike a nerve) Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock Look who's mother's in the studio, thirty sons and daughters Mrs. Happy Thing is in the back catchin quarters Come and try to run wit it, never in a lifetime Thirty ????? could act at Caesar's, still I bet I get mine I heard your girl's havin a baby, now will what she have? A bag of dope, a bottle, or crack, or a sess bag There ain't a part of me with 'sorry' written on it, slick You couldn't rock a crooked cradle, you fuckin prick The way I rock could shit, you just often like it My style's so fat I had to throw it on a water diet Bullshit ya not, I ain't the type to be fuckin with Wreckin with, and if I mic attest it, I'll be neckin it Onslaught at an encore, you stinkin rat You're so dumb you tried to buy a fuckin thinkin cap Now that tells us in a sec right where your head is at In between some bitch's legs, lookin ass and lap My name is Treach, remember this and don't you ever 'fess That's a shame, I get two minutes just to say "Next!" Fuck who follows you, you and them could help each other I treat you both like any other motherfuckin runner This is the Flavor, tasty although sugar-free So have a Coke, have a smile and have a booger, G (Why?) Cos you don't mean shit to me I'ma take you ????? where good shit's meant to be I rock a rhyme that'll be a straight up def track Droppin more shit than white castles and neck slacks A studio to me is just a chance to rock, G I rock and rock, god damn, call me VinRocky (ha ha) It's just what the fuck I'm talkin bout I say one thing and your whole crew's walkin out So do the lyric here, this is one lyric less If I were you, I'd take and throw em on his fuckin neck Something that flow should come straight from the horse's mouth Mr. Ed's dead so his ass is the best way out Shit man for hire, this hitman is the law I run more tracks than a San Francisco trolley car Prepare for the win-te, oh yeah I could write your fuckin album and you'll soon be the last one there I start to heat up and rip shit in one, see You couldn't get it hard if the eyes were on Broad Street So don't you ever never tell me I'm not good enough I got more stuff than a teddy bear, from ass to gut This is a solid you could never outlast If bullshit was worth a dime, you'd have a job in a cow's ass |
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(Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Where's that cat? Here kitty, kitty, kitty)
Intro/Chorus: Honey, um, yes, um take me to the crib and get naughty, um *repeat* Verse 1: Treach Are those bullets in ya bra or are your nipples glad to see me Been wishin since I'm three now I'm finally seeing a genie Open that kitty, pretty, let me write it in graffitti Ya name sunshine, baby, been known by the glow in your panties, sweetie Your poonany is screaming 'Feed me' so please me, uh Free me, don't tease me, touch your toes and kiss your knees, ease up in it, not minutes try sections of half 'n' hours We'll be on every end of your house like it was ours And you ain't gotta suggest respect sunshine, can't get less I'll affect every part that your man neglects I've been observing how your curving Campaigning for a serving now see, I got that pretty kitty purring Chorus Hook: One time with the sunshine Sunshine, one time with the sun One time with the sunshine Sunshine, one time in the city Verse 2: Treach Are you in the easy cat or kitty category? What's the story? You got two pairs of lips which shall I pick to make you wiggle for me? Adore me, don't let that cat catch your tongue One time wit sunshine and that snatch could catch you strung Don't wanna wish to hear you sing, wanna know I heard ya sung Here's one free vote for C notes and loose tongues I'm here, you knock em off but you start with your boots on A party wit the body, lordy, where only two comes And the truth is smoked boots is the proof Once tight socks stretched loose and condoms on the roof Hittin steep and ain't complete til the kitten sleeps between the sheets, now our Naughty emblem is written deep Chorus Hook: One time with the sunshine Sunshine, one time with the sun One time with the sunshine Verse 3: Treach Lady, I crazy and underrated, can't be test of faded Blowing up the spot like that ass just detonated Spouting out sperm, not spaded out, wit my worm I waited The hotty hair was knotty, a perm and she mighta made it plus she had a shitty attitude so no alarm On a scale o' one ta damn she was a yawn Darn, wit most it ain't no speaking after freaking a number one, more weekend in between meetings But sunshine was pretty as Puerto Ricans, so that thought went down wit the sunset Now you wanna know how naughty can one get Get strapped up like the Mad Hatter, lips between hips like Mick Jagger's Do some cabin stabbin like a dagger Just cool, let's wet up the pool and rub-a-dub Trade your dud for a stud, bustin more than suds in a tub So I love it when ya let it get it Get thirsty like a dry reservoir, never sore when I wet it Say pathetic but I say sunshine is super, put that poonany on the roof and that shine might wake the roosters, so I'm thru til I scoop her One time with the sunshine (Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Damn, where's that cat?) |
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from Naughty By Nature - Naughty By Nature (2003)
Intro: Vin Rock, (homies), (KayGee)
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah Naughty By Nature in the house, stompin, word em up (You got Mack Daddy right here in the middle Got the baby faced, one little G in the house Yeah this is Vin Rock in the place (KayGee layin back wit his feet up) Yeah, yo Kay, it's been a long and tedious road, man takin care of all this record business, yo (Word em up, a lot of sleepin) A whole bunch of sleepin Yo, by the way, we got some Naughty By Nature pyjamas and pillow comin out for everybody who slept around the way on the projects (Hear what em sayin, V? Word em up) (Bring your motherfuckin ass on up)(Word em up) Word up (KnowhutI'msayin, Mark? 45 ki's) Verse 1: Treach I got more damn time than I got money, honey So if you're a gold digger, nigga please, that joke was funny And for that diss comin from you in particular, shoot You better kill it, for a scab that isn't no way's nears cute You say I diss you hard after I did you fine It ain't my fault, it's just your face that's mighty different in the daytime See I'm the type to meet a girl and call her bluff They say "I'll kepp you if you're sweeter than my other stuff" Not like a pimp or like a pope, cos I know who's to wail They watch the clock, then rock and do your crew while you're in jail Well I'm a little bit of, or should I say a lot past that So take your saggy boob and bib rap to some other cat Gimme this and gimme that, I give that ass a smack You wanna get a richer life, you better get a mack So he can work ya like the trick you really are, ya stunt I'm hittin the backdoor when I come cos you're a fuckin front You disappointed me, I had many plans in store I didn't know that I was in for, a project whore or a money-grabbin dragon wit no future plans Pickin a newer coat or car, you need a newer man Cos I ain't livin to be givin out what I done save You wanna live in a condo, better find a cave If we went half on the rent or if ya had a job then I could think about it before I say "Oh naw" Hell no is all I think about when I see you Damn real is how I feel when I be comin thru "Wit what?" is what you ask, I come thru in the end "How's that?", cos when I drop one, I call her friends Bravo, damn real, oh yes is what comes next You gotta get up mighty early to twirl the Treach I diss you, you'll be strugglin, and you say "I want you, sir" If ya front, if ya stunt, huh, I might want her (Word em up) (Damn, he just rip that shit) Verse 2: Treach (Oooooh, can I get?) Hold your breath (Will you die?) Not the Treach (I want those) Never that (Gimme this) Put it back (But you smooth) Very nice (Ain't it def?) Not that bright (Check you shoes) So, there's two (Down on sound) So are you Yes indeedy, I get greedy when it comes to dough Cos then I'm eedy with the heebie-jeebies when I'm broke And I don't so don't wanna roll a brother any long' so I just try and on and on over time alone Yeah, I spend in two's infuse, baby, you won't last You'll be runnin so fast, your feet'll be kickin your own ass Your every ride is somethin makes you just say "Hmmmm" Cos she drivin his car more than he does any room Ya call me "Dual lock", it is true, I say "Now hey hey there" Call us some black shit, pop a click, I say you're halfway there If ya wanna movie or dinner, I say "Oh, here" You wanna trip or a cruise, ya bitch, I mean, no dear You'll be alright though, you'll find the right bro He'll have the right ho, then y'all a go broke But anyway, for any day, I'm dissin any trick that's tryin to flick my bit cos I ain't havin it Outro: KayGee giving shoutouts |
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from Naughty By Nature - Anthem Inc (2011)
20120112(1)
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