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)
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)
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)
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
