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naughty by nature – klickow klickow lyrics

intro: vin rock

(strike a nerve)
yo b-tch, it was some b-tch in a seminar
talkin bout you had to get up early to wax this
(strike a nerve)
them other motherf-ckers said you couldnt even wax that dirty b-tch
so w-ssup yall?
(strike a nerve)

verse 1: treach

i get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and shut the f-ck up, ho
sh-t, shaved, and bathed eryday then i must go
ugh, this is everyday all day, lets all say
pluckin enough and roughin em up and f-ckin em up always
bet, lets talk about a back flash, ya jack-ss
that fast you flash witta match, your fast rap
and even though you didn’t know me before the flow solo
its no slow way to go, bolos i throw or sold
lets pick a b-tch 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 -ss off (oooooh)
you wanna talk about a badboy -? sanchoi? –
im bad as they come, chum, straight up ricochet rap style
to vin rock and kaygee, im 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 it’s cravin is icecream
im too trucked to be f-cked and too live, otherwise
ya drive bys sm-ffler, 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
itll take a dollar worth of gas to outlast your little tired -ss
you tried to swing this way, you little swifty
(ha ha ha, slum b-tches still miss me)
i do the dumpin, humpin, clappin like thunder
and that’s comin from a land down under

interlude:

yo, im sick of dis sh-t, man
n-gg-s 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 sh-t

verse 2: vin rock

prepare for the worst, cos i aint livin loss
i wouldn’t just give a f-ck, cos givin is free and my f-cks 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 im done, from
and wondered to myself where did dat def sh-t come from?
and then i think about the naughty and the nature in it
and then the flavor then the figures while im flowin wit it
so i wont give up, stop, stall, quit, ya kitten
you can’t touch this, f-ck 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
ill 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 figures soft
i got nuff props from buckshots that n-gg-s caught
ya say you can’t go to the takin me out close
huh, in that case, you shoulda named your alb-m almost
i wouldn’t rely on the try if i was you, yo
cos im turnin tries into oh ohs and h-ll nos
i wouldn’t be caught dead witchu up in tryin it
and if i was goin, i get my stiff -ss up and rip sh-t
i can’t go out like a wooden sock with padlocks
ill leave tacks tiny and slimy like snot spots
i write a day, to me, it’s a common caper
say so much sh-t, huh, i write my rhymes on toilet paper

interlude:

yeah, vin rock, backbone of naughty by nature, yknowimsayin?
(strike a nerve)
that’s right, so everybody sleepin on the up, stay off of my d-ck
(strike a nerve)
were gonna stomp this time around, word up
(strike a nerve)

verse 3: treach, vin rock

look whos mothers 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 caesars, still i bet i get mine
i heard your girls havin a baby, now will what she have?
a bag of dope, a bottle, or crack, or a sess bag
there aint a part of me with sorry written on it, slick
you couldnt rock a crooked cradle, you f-ckin pr-ck
the way i rock could sh-t, you just often like it
my styles so fat i had to throw it on a water diet
bullsh-t ya not, i aint the type to be f-ckin with
wreckin with, and if i mic attest it, i’ll be neckin it
onslaught at an encore, you stinkin rat
youre so dumb you tried to buy a f-ckin thinkin cap
now that tells us in a sec right where your head is at
in between some b-tchs legs, lookin -ss 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!
f-ck who follows you, you and them could help each other
i treat you both like any other motherf-ckin runner
this is the flavor, tasty although sugar-free
so have a c-ke, have a smile and have a booger, g

(why? ) cos you don’t mean sh-t to me
ima take you? where good sh-ts meant to be
i rock a rhyme thatll be a straight up def track
droppin more sh-t than white castles and neck slacks
a studio to me is just a chance to rock, g
i rock and rock, god d-mn, call me vinrocky (ha ha)
its just what the f-ck im talkin bout
i say one thing and your whole crews walkin out
so do the lyric here, this is one lyric less
if i were you, i’d take and throw em on his f-ckin neck
something that flow should come straight from the horses mouth
mr. eds dead so his -ss is the best way out
sh-t man for hire, this h-tman is the law
i run more tracks than a san francisco trolley car
prepare for the win-te, oh yeah
i could write your f-ckin alb-m and you’ll soon be the last one there
i start to heat up and rip sh-t in one, see
you couldnt get it hard if the eyes were on broad street

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