naughty by nature - rock & roll lyrics
(feat. method man, redman)
[intro: treach (method man)]
and y’all thought it was over
(nah nah it ain’t over ’til the fat b-tch sings my n-gg-)
we ready to rock & roll god d-mn it?
(f-ck yeah)
dirty jers’/new jerusaluem
(shaolin)
naughty by nature motherf-ckers
(wu-tang my n-gg-z)
grab your hat b-tch
(c’mon!)
[hook: method man]
dum-dum-dum there they go [x4]
[treach]
gettin the realism, statin’ the great prism
journalism, the moses writin’, graffitti on the state prison
hard to steal, last year, slash a pop hit
hate related, he’s the closest that i lost since pac (tupac)
got the glock blown, ready to rock & roll
give me a shot that go up the most
cop the blow, nock us no
finger f-ck the fair place, that’s in the stairway
gut a motherf-cker, gotta die to get airplay
if i can’t spray the airwaves, like a great ak
you stay where you lay babe, “f-ck you” is what i dare say
hatin’ n-gg-z cuz it ain’t p-ssion for rappin’ or axin’
so sell extortion and jackin’, what’s happenin’?
what’s that? the clappin’, they’rekidnappin’ sergeants and captains
i’ll be mackin’ and actin’ like a n-gg- scratchin’ for super p-ssion
(blap! blap! blap! blap! blap! c’mon!)
[chorus: treach (method man)]
rotten and dazed cuz i may not be here tomorrow (eye-ee-eye, eye-ee-eye)
world feel the sorrow, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo
bullets in, barrels off, urban apparel
like i told you before, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo
ready to rock & roll (b-m b-m b-m b-m b-m) {ready to rock & roll}
ready to rock & roll (b-m b-m b-m b-m b-m) {ready to rock & roll}
ready to rock & roll (b-m b-m b-m b-m b-m) {ready to rock & roll}
[method man]
m.c.’s have the right to remain silent
everything you say can and will be held against y’all punk muh’f-ckers
and mef can only trust ya as far as i can see ya
me need ya? that’ll be the.. day, ya bustas
son suffer, the consequences, for askin’
compet-tion get an -ss kickin’ so tremendous
i throw my draws in it
who representin’ for the projects tennants since day one?
sh-t is gettin’ deep out here, run your garments son
like n-gg-z when the police department come
yes y’all, mef y’all, stank -ss an’ all
i’m too off the hook it don’t make no sense to call
1-900-eat-sh-t, i get get my cobra c-ck
might death blow, close your eye
[chorus]
[redman]
ready to rock & roll, i lock your load
i blow the block some mo’
undercover like sellin’ cops some blow
bring a pain killer, my name ring a bell
orangutang, i throw it up like gang members
crunk as f-ck, walkin’ in with the pump tucked
punks get it n-gg-, we even jump sl-ts
how ’bout a dump truck sellin’ 2 for 5
i ride with tools i made out of school supplies
i show you it’s not serious for y’all
trouble, i got a phone on my wrist to call (bubble)
you n-gg-z know when you p-ssed ’em off
i turn gorilla with football equipment on
cla-cloaw-cla-cloaw, i’m ’bout to tap ya foul
danger, when the last rotten rascal out
hang up, phone calls ain’t gon’ happen now
an’ i’m straight facin’, you n-gg-z can’t ask around
[chorus x2]
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