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Naughty By Nature - Strike A Nerve Şarkı Sözleri
(strike a nerve) yo bitch, it was some bitch in a seminar talkin bout you had to get up early to wax this (strike a nerve) them other motherfuckers said you couldn´t even wax that dirty bitch so wassup y´all? (strike a nerve) verse 1: treach i get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and "shut the fuck up, ho" shit, shaved, and bathed e´ryday then i must go ugh, this is everyday all day, let´s all say pluckin enough and roughin em up and fuckin em up always bet, let´s talk about a back flash, ya jackass that fast you flash witta match, your fast rap and even though you didn´t know me before the flow solo it´s no slow way to go, bolos i throw or sold let´s pick a bitch to pick with, peekaboo i see you thru your crew, now whatchu wanna do? after that, caps off to the black frost my pants always sag cos i rap my ass off (oooooh) you wanna talk about a badboy -?sanchoi?- i´m bad as they come, chum, straight up ricochet rap style to vin rock and kaygee, i´m the baby droppin the ladies, cravin ya maybe, i have the right to be lazy got more stretch to my swing and the stretch of a chicken wing the flavor is bacon and its cravin is icecream i´m too trucked to be fucked and too live, otherwise ya drive by´s smuffler, word to the mother, my brother eyed runnin and comin, drama starin wit a stellar i need so many lumps, i´ll use your head as a braille book many friends ships ink, quick, fast it´ll take a dollar worth of gas to outlast your little tired ass you tried to swing this way, you little swifty (ha ha ha, slum bitches still miss me) i do the dumpin, humpin, clappin like thunder and that´s comin from a land down under interlude: yo, i´m sick of dis shit, man niggas tryin to cut, they rocks none (strike a nerve) yo, they tryin to make us drop, vin rock sayin he don´t rock enough yo kick that shit verse 2: vin rock prepare for the worst, cos i ain´t livin loss i wouldn´t just give a fuck, cos givin is free and my fuck´s cost ????? your loss in the source, cos i know no way i been there before, maybe 5-6 times a day sometimes i put my hands on my head when i´m done, from and wondered to myself where did dat def shit come from? and then i think about the naughty and the nature in it and then the flavor then the figures while i´m flowin wit it so i won´t give up, stop, stall, quit, ya kitten you can´t touch this, fuck what them throats written i got tracks, better known as snaps, far forbidden and the warm do, i know, i know how to make ya feel it i´ll take a head, i´ll make ya spread and now lay back i tell you once, i tell you twice, vinnie don´t play that (you don´t?) so don´t start, there will be none is the lesson, folks i hate cigarettes but my smith & wessun smokes >from anywhere, from any corner, anytime that´s right who you bashin? i go blast in broad daylight you stand hard, you look hard, yeah, your figure´s soft i got nuff props from buckshots that niggas caught ya say you can´t go to the takin me out close huh, in that case, you shoulda named your album "almost" i wouldn´t rely on the try if i was you, yo cos i´m turnin tries into "oh oh´s" and "hell no´s" i wouldn´t be caught dead witchu up in tryin it and if i was goin, i get my stiff ass up and rip shit i can´t go out like a wooden sock with padlocks i´ll leave tacks tiny and slimy like snot spots i write a day, to me, it´s a common caper say so much shit, huh, i write my rhymes on toilet paper interlude: yeah, vin rock, backbone of naughty by nature, y´knowi´msayin? (strike a nerve) that´s right, so everybody sleepin on the up, stay off of my dick (strike a nerve) we´re gonna stomp this time around, word up (strike a nerve) verse 3: treach, vin rock look who´s mother´s in the studio, thirty sons and daughters mrs. happy thing is in the back catchin quarters come and try to run wit it, never in a lifetime thirty????? could act at caesar´s, still i bet i get mine i heard your girl´s havin a baby, now will what she have? a bag of dope, a bottle, or crack, or a sess bag there ain´t a part of me with ´sorry´ written on it, slick you couldn´t rock a crooked cradle, you fuckin prick the way i rock could shit, you just often like it my style´s so fat i had to throw it on a water diet bullshit ya not, i ain´t the type to be fuckin with wreckin with, and if i mic attest it, i´ll be neckin it onslaught at an encore, you stinkin rat you´re so dumb you tried to buy a fuckin thinkin cap now that tells us in a sec right where your head is at in between some bitch´s legs, lookin ass and lap my name is treach, remember this and don´t you ever ´fess that´s a shame, i get two minutes just to say "next!" fuck who follows you, you and them could help each other i treat you both like any other motherfuckin runner this is the flavor, tasty although sugar-free so have a coke, have a smile and have a booger, g (why?) cos you don´t mean shit to me i´ma take you????? where good shit´s meant to be i rock a rhyme that´ll be a straight up def track droppin more shit than white castles and neck slacks a studio to me is just a chance to rock, g i rock and rock, god damn, call me vinrocky (ha ha) it´s just what the fuck i´m talkin bout i say one thing and your whole crew´s walkin out so do the lyric here, this is one lyric less if i were you, i´d take and throw em on his fuckin neck something that flow should come straight from the horse´s mouth mr. ed´s dead so his ass is the best way out shit man for hire, this hitman is the law i run more tracks than a san francisco trolley car prepare for the win-te, oh yeah i could write your fuckin album and you´ll soon be the last one there i start to heat up and rip shit in one, see you couldn´t get it hard if the eyes were on broad street so don´t you ever never tell me i´m not good enough i got more stuff than a teddy bear, from ass to gut this is a solid you could never outlast if bullshit was worth a dime, you´d have a job in a cow´s ass |
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