Naughty By Nature

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)

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

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!

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

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

[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)

[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

[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