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naughty by nature - strike a nerve lyrics

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(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 couldn’t even wax that dirty b-tch
so w-ssup y’all?
(strike a nerve)

i get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and “shut the f-ck up, ho”
sh-t, shaved and bathed a day, then i must go
ugh, this is everyday all day, let’s all say
pluckin’ enough and roughin’ ’em up and f-ckin’ ’em up always

bet, let’s 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
it’s no slow way to go, bolos i throw or sold

let’s pick a b-tch to pick with peekaboo
i see you through your crew, now whatchu wanna do?
after that, caps off to the black frost
my pants always sag ’cause i rap my -ss off

you wanna talk about a badboy ‘sanchoi’
i’m bad as they come, chum, and nasty like [incomprehensible]
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 it’s cravin’, is ice cream
i’m too trucked to be f-cked and too live, otherwise
ya drive by’s 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
it’ll 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

yo, i’m 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

prepare for the worst ’cause i ain’t livin’ lose
i wouldn’t just give a f-ck ’cause givin’ is free and my f-ck’s cost
[incomprehensible] your loss in the source ’cause 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 sh-t 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, 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

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
so don’t start, there will be none is the lesson, folks
i hate cigarettes but my smith-n-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 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
’cause i’m turnin’ tries into ‘oh, oh’s’ and ‘h-ll no’s’

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
i’ll 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

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 d-ck
(strike a nerve)
we’re gonna stomp this time around, word up
(strike a nerve)

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 [incomprehensible] 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 f-ckin’ pr-ck

the way i rock could sh-t, you just often like it
my style’s so fat, i had to throw it on a water diet
bullsh-t, ya not, i ain’t 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
you’re 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-tch’s 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? ’cause you don’t mean sh-t to me
i’ma take you [incomprehensible] where good sh-t’s meant to be
i rock a rhyme that’ll 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, godd-mn, call me vinrocky
it’s just what the f-ck 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 f-ckin’ neck
something that flow should come straight from the horse’s mouth
mr. ed’s 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 winter, 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 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 -ss to gut
this is a solid, you could never outlast
if bullsh-t was worth a dime, you’d have a job in a cow’s -ss

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