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Intro: Vin Rock, Treach
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Hup, yeah Guess who's back?
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Hup, hup, Naughty By Nature's in the house Guess who's back?
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settin off the 19Naughty4/ Naughty5 flavour Guess who's back?
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Word up, this is how we do things Guess who's back?
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Uhh
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Hook: (x2)
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Cos it's a slang bang thang
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Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
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Verse 1: Vin Rock, Treach
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Hup
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Get up, get up but don't push me
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cos I ain't mooshy mooshy, you can't mash me
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You chocolate bastard with your smile, your face looks ashy
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Sendin detrip witta free trip to blast out outer
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See this, cos I'm that nigga that'll leave you ass out like G-strings
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Meanin I'm fienin, your heart trips when it stay at work
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So fuck fear you fear-fuck, one jerk I'll make your head hurt
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The punani, they're making pairs perk, who'll dare flirt
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I get kitty's from your city, just near where your mans work
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I be on that ass like ol' mole, turnin your whole show slow-mo
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Cos you're too good to corroso
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I'm on and off so you know my shit ain't partial
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Pardon me, packin arsenals, takin knees and nostrils
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Our style is savagery, you try to be the badder G
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You ain't even the man, you just the filling, where's the cavity?
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Father be grabbin it, gravity, have the gravity grabbin
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Actually after we nigga naturally have to meet
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Hook (x4)
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Verse 2: Treach
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One check to the chin and you'll be bust quicker than liquor
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Aw shit, pop her chain and lock her rock, a city slicker
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Slick a rhyme, kick or vick her, knock her without a popper
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I take the cake, took the chain but left the lock up
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Love me or leave me, hate me or like me
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Might be gettin feisty, fuck yeah I'm sheisty
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Shit yeah, I fit there, *?sqwin?* your shit wear
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You're a trick until you niggered me a bitch without liquid
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Some thank me for puttin the hanky in panky
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Slappin stanky like lightning, stickin Yankees like Benjamin Franky
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Fuck buyin kitty cases and city lights
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Just give my loot, get your licks and get all the high titties right
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But then I'm into what you bitches is sayin
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So I wasn't really feelin on her ass, I was just massagin her brain
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The objects that I learned from the projects
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Try Treach I bet, and get your throat choked like my necks
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Hook (x2)
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Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock
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My mind thinks right, ????, pick snipes, don't pluck, I'll fuck your finger
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At any *?prejudice Presley?*, now I got more snipes than Wesley
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Test me, touch me and lay next to the rest of the best
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The rusty monks or ???? who tried to fuck me
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But see this is where I BOOM and ZOOM
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Just drive a line like a cartoonist on some SOON shit
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Adidas couldn't read us so they freed us
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Then we tried Reebok from a cheater, succeeded then got weeded
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Oh Anna, rip of some grandma's, no my Grandma from Santa Ana
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To Atlanta where cops ain't a-feared and niggas wear 'dannas
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Now tell ya lady that I'm crazy when I'm summin
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There's a party and I'm out and guess who's comin
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Hook (x4)
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Outro: Vin Rock, Treach
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Hup, hup, yeah niggas
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It's all about a slang bang
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Doin this shit lyrically on wax
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and gettin paid for it
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Word up, we don't care where you're from
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Everybody can get down with the slang bang
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We doin "rhyme-bys" on record
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Hahahaha, wooweeeeee........
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Slang Bang
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Naughty By Nature |