Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Work , by - Naughty By Nature. Release date: 12.05.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Work |
| «;Hey!»; |
| Butter. |
| «;One of us! |
| Right away!»; |
| «;Work»; |
| Uh, where all my hustlers? |
| (Where them thugs at?) |
| All my ballers. |
| What, let’s do it like this. |
| (Get up!) |
| Uh, what. |
| (Indiana, Indiana!) |
| «;Work»; |
| Mag in this muth yo. |
| Killa Castro from Queens, trigga Treach. |
| (New Jeru, Dirty Jerz.) |
| Well can you get it like I get it, I got to get my blood |
| Known for slangin yayo and part the lick with my thugs |
| Fuck you, fuck your crew fool and all that shit |
| Bitch, it’s a new nigga on the premesis |
| «;Work»; |
| Ah, puttin it down like I knows to |
| What, splittin these hata’s wigs like I’m supposed to |
| Whenever you, wanna act the fool, and come and test |
| Get that ak slug through your vest |
| Forget your dog, get bucked |
| Wind up and see you with all the garbage stuck |
| Now you in the depths of Hell, feel like damn it ain’t my lucky day |
| Never shoulda looked my way, motherfucker |
| Don’t trust your bitch ass fool as far as I can thrust ya |
| Don’t make no sudden moves fool and I won’t have to bust ya |
| Trigga Treach he got his pistol do |
| We puttin in work from here to Russia fool |
| So what the fuck y’all here to do |
| «;Work»; |
| Huh, and it’s on like that |
| Motherfucker and it’s on like that |
| «;I puts in work»; |
| And it’s on like that |
| Yo dog I hope you cleaned your strap |
| «;Uh huh, cuz I puts in work»; |
| Fatal how the hood’ll hate you, caught up in drama |
| Colors and ganja like black autototes for armor |
| Millies and macks never the same pocket |
| Kept his phillies and crack how the streets rock it |
| Switch em, b cases like he fathered the system |
| Organized block cinemas away from the prison |
| With souls, lost rows and so on |
| Fall victim to the streets and so much can go wrong |
| Rebels meet crumble and majesties for salaries |
| Out of towners and goose downers introduce pounders |
| A lay loot for power evil roots shoot through cowards |
| Lettin other niggas just regulate they hours |
| Coke or chronic, philly roll millie by his scrotum |
| Barrel x to g packs |
| Never got along with cops, like it was Brett Favre and D backs |
| It’s how rap cats believe that |
| «;Just puttin in work»; |
| And it’s on like that |
| Castro, you know it’s on like that |
| «;Huh huh huh huuuh work»; |
| And it’s on like that |
| Yeah y’all we gettin it on like that |
| «;Puttin it in y’all, puttin it in y’all»; |
| Check it, I get deep voice like Barry |
| All you keep, naw you keep |
| Forgot I got permit to carry |
| All you sleep |
| Look at me, his face I’ll bury |
| I look at you and say that’s what happens when cousins marry |