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NAUGHTY BY NATURE lyrics : "slang bang"

Intro: Vin Rock Treach

Hup yeah Guess who's back?

Hup hup Naughty By Nature's in the house Guess who's back?
settin off the 19Naughty4/ Naughty5 flavour Guess who's back?
Word up this is how we do things Guess who's back?


Hook: (x2)

Cos it's a slang bang thang
Slang bang it's a slang bang thang a slang bang thang

Verse 1: Vin Rock Treach

Get up get up but don't push me
cos I ain't mooshy mooshy, you can't mash me

You chocolate !@$( with your smile, your face looks ashy

Sendin detrip witta free trip to blast out outer

See this, cos I'm that ^!$$% that'll leave you $$# out like G-strings

Meanin I'm fienin, your heart trips when it stay at work

So f**k fear you fear-f**k, one jerk I'll make your head hurt

The punani, they're making pairs perk, who'll dare flirt

I get kitty's from your city, just near where your mans work

I be on that $$# like ol' mole, turnin your whole show slow-mo

Cos you're too good to corroso

I'm on and off so you know my %#@! ain't partial

Pardon me, packin arsenals, takin knees and nostrils

Our style is savagery, you try to be the badder G

You ain't even the man, you just the filling, where's the cavity?
Father be grabbin it, gravity, have the gravity grabbin
Actually after we ^!$$% naturally have to meet

Hook (x4)

Verse 2: Treach

One check to the chin and you'll be bust quicker than liquor

Aw %#@!, pop her chain and lock her rock, a city slicker
Slick a rhyme, kick or vick her, knock her without a popper

I take the cake, took the chain but left the lock up
Love me or leave me, hate me or like me

Might be gettin feisty, f**k yeah I'm sheisty
%#@! yeah, I fit there, *?sqwin?* your %#@! wear
You're a trick until you !@$@ed me a (*##$ without liquid

Some thank me for puttin the hanky in panky
Slappin stanky like lightning, stickin Yankees like Benjamin Franky
F**k buyin kitty cases and city lights

Just give my loot, get your licks and get all the high !@%$ right
But then I'm into what you (*##$es is sayin
So I wasn't really feelin on her $$#, I was just massagin her brain

The objects that I learned from the projects
Try Treach I bet, and get your throat choked like my necks

Hook (x2)

Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock

My mind thinks right, ????, pick snipes, don't pluck, I'll f**k your finger
At any *?prejudice Presley?*, now I got more snipes than Wesley

Test me, touch me and lay next to the rest of the best
The rusty monks or ???? who tried to f**k me

But see this is where I BOOM and ZOOM
Just drive a line like a cartoonist on some SOON %#@!

Adidas couldn't read us so they freed us
Then we tried Reebok from a cheater, succeeded then got weeded
Oh Anna, rip of some grandma's, no my Grandma from Santa Ana
To Atlanta where cops ain't a-feared and ^!$$%s wear 'dannas
Now tell ya lady that I'm crazy when I'm summin

There's a party and I'm out and guess who's comin

Hook (x4)

Outro: Vin Rock, Treach

Hup, hup, yeah ^!$$%s

It's all about a slang bang
Doin this %#@! lyrically on wax

and gettin paid for it
Word up, we don't care where you're from
Everybody can get down with the slang bang
We doin "rhyme-bys" on record
Hahahaha, wooweeeeee........

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