Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slang Bang, artist - Naughty By Nature. Date of issue: 29.05.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Slang Bang |
| Hup, yeah Guess who’s back? |
| Hup, hup, Naughty By Nature’s in the house Guess who’s back? |
| Settin off the 19Naughty4/ Naughty5 flavour Guess who’s back? |
| Word up, this is how we do things Guess who’s back? |
| Uhh |
| Cos it’s a slang bang thang |
| Slang bang, it’s a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang |
| Hup |
| Get up, get up but don’t push me |
| Cos I ain’t mooshy mooshy, you can’t mash me |
| You chocolate bastard with your smile, your whole face looks ashy |
| Sendin detrip witta free trip to blast out outer |
| See this, cos I’m that nigga that’ll leave you ass out like G-strings |
| Meanin I’m fienin, your heart trips when it stay at work |
| So fuck fear you fear-fuck, one jerk I’ll make your head hurt |
| The punani, they’re making pairs perk, who’ll dare flirt |
| I get kitty’s from your city, just near where your mans work |
| I be on that ass like ol' mole, turnin your whole show slow-mo |
| Cos you’re too good to corroso |
| I’m on and off so you know my shit ain’t partial |
| Pardon me, packin arsenals, takin knees and nostrils |
| Our style is savagery, you try to be the badder G |
| You ain’t even the man, you just the filling, where’s the cavity? |
| Father be grabbin it, gravity, have the gravity grabbin |
| Actually after we nigga naturally have to meet |
| Hook (x4) |
| Verse 2: Treach |
| One check to the chin and you’ll be bust quicker than liquor |
| Aw shit, pop her chain and lock her rock, a city slicker |
| Slick a rhyme, kick or vick her, knock her without a popper |
| I take the cake, took the chain but left the lock up |
| Love me or leave me, hate me or like me |
| Might be gettin feisty, fuck yeah I’m sheisty |
| Shit yeah, I fit there, *?sqwin?* your shit wear |
| You’re a trick until you niggered me a bitch without liquid |
| Some thank me for puttin the hanky in panky |
| Slappin stanky like lightning, stickin Yankees like Benjamin Franky |
| Fuck buyin kitty cases and city lights |
| Just give my loot, get your licks and get all the high titties right |
| But then I’m into what you bitches is sayin |
| So I wasn’t really feelin on her ass, I was just massagin her brain |
| The objects that I learned from the projects |
| Try Treach I bet, and get your throat choked like my necks |
| Hook (x2) |
| My mind thinks right, ???, pick snipes, don’t pluck, I’ll fuck your finger |
| At any *?prejudice Presley?*, now I got more snipes than Wesley |
| Test me, touch me and lay next to the rest of the best |
| The rusty monks or ??? |
| who tried to fuck me |
| But see this is where I BOOM and ZOOM |
| Just drive a line like a cartoonist on some SOON shit |
| Adidas couldn’t read us so they freed us |
| Then we tried Reebok from a cheater, succeeded then got weeded |
| Oh Anna, rip of some grandma’s, no my Grandma from Santa Ana |
| To Atlanta where cops ain’t a-feared and niggas wear 'dannas |
| Now tell ya lady that I’m crazy when I’m summin |
| There’s a party in her mouth and guess whos comin |
| Hook (x4) |
| Hup, hup, yeah niggas |
| It’s all about a slang bang |
| Doin this shit lyrically on wax |
| And gettin paid for it |
| Word up, we don’t care where you’re from |
| Everybody can get down with the slang bang |
| We doin «rhyme-bys» on record |
| Hahahaha, wooweeeeee… |