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Naughty By Nature - 1, 2, 3 Şarkı Sözleri
Naughty By Nature
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intro/chorus: (x6)
1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3 1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
verse 1: lakim shabazz
???? rappers are full of this, since i´m a don i´m pullin out a hit cos i´m fired up, i´m tired of all the bullshit flavor unit, it´s time to attack the prey so make way for hip-hop´s green beret bring on the refills, you see we feel the name of the brain game is kill or be killed i´m an expert, who will be the next jerk to try? let me explain you got 8 million ways to die we torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore have that ass lookin just like -?this boo-boo?- slipped the door known to kill, dunk skills, e-rupt you ask why? my reply is ´i don´t give a fuck!´ i´m a panther, i love fresh meat after i kill ya, i´ma leave ya body across 110th street my tactics are drastic and real fast i tie one to a truck and go drag ya ass i´m more than a threat, i´m a problem to hell with cotton, watch out when i come to harlem so don´t whisper or make a sound or croak shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat everyday all day this be the hard way puttin rappers outta commission even on an off-day flavor unit rules g, we´re takin rappers out 1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3
chorus (x3)
verse 2: apache
here comes trouble and it´s all that, in fact contact you´re next of kin, friend, follow the flow format while you slip, i grips so expect to get bruised ask me if i give a fuck cos i ain´t got shit to lose fuck around, lay around and get stuck up you beatnit, wait a minute, hold the fuck up if i was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, blame handicapped, crippled and "pussy" was my middle name you couldn´t beat me slick, snap that neck like a chico stick i know who beat´cha quick (who?), my grip -?failin this?- to some type of tournament i cut ya fuckin head off and use it as a christmas tree ornament come and give me a test whoever claims to be the best he´s with the 40-below footprint on his chest fucked up, got stuck, go press your luck both of his legs were found in back of a garbage truck head found in the bar of a limosuine the rest of his body at a dove site in queens damn man, mr. handman, you like braggin ya fucked up, made a wrong turn and entered the dragon i told you i´m out to stalk, last nigga tried me, died g, felt my tomahawk apache, that´s me, i´m gettin rappers´ ass 1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3
chorus (x4)
verse 3: treach
you coulda been my main shit but you scrap and will wack, black the only thing i smoke witta pipe is an ass crack you challenge treach, i´ll seal you quick, you can´t touch that i thought you did a triple cos you said "aw, fuck that!" diamond hill how ya feel, -?hey ben hef?- give me a hearin aid or two then i´m thru cos i´m that def that´s how we all be, tighter than small leaves club rappin all be, i´m wreckin on all 3 this drill means chill, guard ya grill, trouble is that your head or is your neck blowin a fuckin bubble? a-b-c, skip to the s-t u-v-w-x, fuck the y-z brand new, brand nubian, grand puba-in tape dem and cruise me then, if i´m wrong, sue me then wait let me hear another tune, tune me in so i´m straight, if i hear "drop the bomb" i have to go break this nig´ for anytime or any day, as many rhymes are played erase, forgive me not cos shit i´m hot, if i can get then you´ll get got au contraire mon frere this is all my hair i wouldn´t cut it for the biggest butt-ocks out there put on a tip or hittin hips, i´m more than quick i grease my lightnin´, it´s frightening how i get, a slick schooled, dark, cool sagittarian two types of marryin: very thick or very thin naughty by nature and the flavor u-n-i-t 1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3
chorus (x4)
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