Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Uptown Anthem, artist - Naughty By Nature. Album song Naughty By Nature, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.09.1991
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Uptown Anthem |
Hey, you could smoke a spliff wit' a cliff |
But there’s still no mountain high enough, or wide enough to touch |
The naughty nappy nasty nigga the nasty trashy ho happy pappy |
That’s happy to be nappy |
Me and Vin rock when spots hit flocks |
And groups and troops with Timbo boots and jail suits |
That’s how I’m rollin' my hair-do don’t |
Win I will I got wantin' competition ain’t dope |
Beat ya break ya broke ya smoke ya take ya |
Send you to your little group on mute, sooner or later |
He wanna flip, tell 'em full semi half with a dip |
And all that other Ringling Brothers shit |
Sporty naughty hi bye greater than nature while I |
Shin slam the flim flam and then jam |
You can run but you can’t hide, you can’t go far |
No matter where you go, there you are |
We gonna break, we gonna bash |
We gonna roll, we gonna smash |
Here we go yo |
Hit a nigga, kill a nigga, we’ll come back |
See a sucker, stretch a sucker, guard your naps |
Cussin' wasn’t nothin' till a black man rapped |
See a forty, suck a forty, guess who’s back |
You’re chillin' with a titty feelin' villian |
Steppin' to the puny puddy punks catchin' fillings |
I hit so many guts, call me gutter, I’m the bread and butter |
Punk motherfuckers I’ll cut up, workin' from the gut up |
Brand new steady, heavy as a Chevy |
Ready for the piddy peddy, I’m Friddie Freddie |
Place your bet on a vet, the three man threat |
What you see is what you get |
Comin' round the corner with my uptown bunch |
I bet your bottom dollar that you’re bottom buck chumps |
Give it up, it’s a juice thing, I’m steppin' for the rep and |
Wreckin' all the rest and, weapon testin' on who’s steppin' |
Ain’t no bluff for the niggy nuff, for the rugged ruff stuff |
Nigga if you’re tough, knuckle up |
I’ll cut your ass like class, then blast you by the trash |
After I laugh then I’ll dash |
You can’t handle the scandal of an uptown vandal |
Shootin' up your toes, makin' sandals |
Somebody told me that you owe me, but can’t nobody hold me |
I do my dirt all by my lonely |