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from Naughty By Nature - Poverty`S Paradise (2004)
CHORUS
It's workin', It's workin' Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets, we reign and we pop, and daily routine sweeps. It's the fanatic, can't kick the habit, so there you have it, I'm a addict. When I'm near the mike I gots to grab it. Rip the system to shreds, grab the braids in my head. Everybody get lifted, remember the rhyme said. This is your introduction to the new episode. With the Double I countin' down to explode. Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more, livin' rotten to the core everybody to the right, cause all I got left is my flow. I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a record ocean. Uh oh, I guess it's going' down, not now, right now. So I got down with the git down for Illtown. Figure it's the fine fanny, I miss my mammy. And you could ask my uncle Randy, I'm grateful for my granny nanny that's my mother's mammy. Two tittle brothers with different fathers but we're still family. Forget how rough I had it, let's see how smooth it gets. Cuz I might wind up doing that same old cruddy shit. Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood. Back cockin', buckshottin', your ass is shot. CHORUS It's workin', It's workin' Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! Can you chill a can can you spill a can can you kill a can I know I can I know I can I know I can can an American a Republican tucking with this African can from this kian land I know I can It's a war wick wick wick wack that's Dionne Dionne should have predicted her quick trip and Stayed cool like fuckin' freon Or get frozen for eons and beyond bein' the unbelievable bastard I be Well belive that shit's some be on Settle the score check Melba needs Moore since now she poor looks to get richer by puttin' rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step KLICKOW' Your ass like Calvin so butts get kicked now forgive the enemy be a friend of me you teach but forgivin' ain't seem my music crushed in the streets preach love practice hate break tapes and chatterin' Streaks on your structure Stain your whole establishment let's get specific style that's horiorific twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic we'll lift it then shift it brandish the biscuit finish you nitwit cancel Christmas won't stop this slick shit CHORUS It's workin', It's workin' Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! time to do sit up I'm a loose nut watch crews get cut bring it to my illtown grounds and lose your butts but whaqt is the matter matter of fact I don't wanna hear you talk so close your trap Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter see Dolores sucka truck I shoula told you Large Marge sent her two chocolates away from being sloppy in bunches with no lunches step with the punches and try some butt crunches get your hands clappin front and the back and keep a cool head for all my swingers packin attackin' back in the motherfuckin' house done travelled a milion miles and I'm still kickin' styles backsnack taht ass back now how's about that? you feel about as shitty as a baby's unwiped ass crack I'll crack a bat dead on the back black and leave you layin' there flat as a flapjack We ain't friends to the end I blasted Chuckie after this instead of beef you'll be givin me chicken at Kentucky lackin' lucky so worlds fear these and there'll be no more you Ooh! ooh! like no world's series Never a fad and madder than mad and radical rude rottin' razxkal kid man what's happenin'? check the skills on the real it's best to chill don't be caught in the down the hill ordeal it's ill man this shit is deep huh! I'm goin' deep undercover like a muhfucker way beneath the sheets full blows get thrown to the upper dome and continue to go on until you're up and gone When we spot a block knok no tellin' where the rest will go hustle with my friends straight ballin' like testicles bowlin for dollars rollin' for hours rappers the pin strike is my friend they be took out in groups of ten scoopin' change you'll be like "Who's that group again?" on the ground with no sound with just boots and chins yeah and ya don't stop lust check out us Illtown niggaz rock |
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from Naughty By Nature - Poverty`S Paradise (2004)
Intro:
118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs 1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill And knock his ass into left field I'm still a body bruisin' master Dat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya Like port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it 5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said Don't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler A star spangler boogie banger Rottin' Razklas 118 on the scene I'm representin' And if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin' And kickin in nigga take a step back It ain't even all that nigga catch a cap If ya don't wanna brawl jack Guzzle down a 40 till I'm all full Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find No he didn't but I'll you Hook: I tell you what good with deez some and the how Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2) Right out the alleys of Cali Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood Watch us bring wreck quick Road Dawgs the next kick Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip 235 thick Ingelwood Illtown click Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix Boobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools And slaying crews Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me Don't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow Treach: Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines So motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines Swift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks So listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles Mumps plus fuckin' chicken pox Givin' props to all the Old school that paved the way Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey Three letters describing that ass here's a clue S-C-K the only thing missing is you Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums Try it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap Cause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap A black alley cats can catch my back And to that and these scrap Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends But nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims That's how it go that's how we roll pow! Cause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow Hook Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin' Keep my material similar to a serial killer Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter pat Pats to better brat packs I'm airing shit out like DAT Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit Flowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT To your advantage if you could manage the damage I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry Advancing my chances and ya retreatin' From the beatin' ya seekin' Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin' On time for too much tough talk Nigga walk and keep walking Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking I'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag Ha ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown This ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on With more thong then Janet with her panties on Ya best to get it out the way boy The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow Hook |
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