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