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Coming out the alleyways of illtown
Producer extraordinaire kaygee Followed by the backbone, vinrock And the last to fall onto this planet: me Falling through the earth with a burst first for ya Clapping ya hands now we must say errah! For sure, but I am still thirsty, oh meercy! It's worse see, come firs see, oh curse me! it's jersey! Slappin' through the skins now a trends backin' in Broader than broad street backed by mac 10's No lights skip the cameras we haul action in. Its naughty plannin' an orgy, already back again. Kay's trackin' this so clicks clap to this as we rap to this Hoochies pop their coochies and slap their hips Even when in texas with no gear troopin' That's when I find the baddest broads in houston boostin' Breakdown feel the party Put your hands together everybody All the ladies in the house I call the honies first Cause it's pure and ya sure, sure ta get your money's worth So just... Chorus Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all say it's alright [4x] Clap yo hands To all my people on the left, clap to this To all my people on the right, clap to this To all my people on the top, clap to this And in the front don't stop, clap to this And to those other mc's: naughty by nature fall? nigga please! We just took the time to form three companies Now the whole industry Awaits the new recital I'll take your favorite idol I'll crumple up their title In their face cause I'm fed up with that same ol' crap Lack of developing your crew that's why your stage show's wack! So let the sleeping and assuming and the b.s. stop Because, naughty is to live and die for hip hop and I'm vinrock. I'm holdin' down the fort around my block I reign in this game jackin'other people's props Many crews only stress me Petty fools try to test me Very few impress me, bless me I sneeze upon the wack No one but us could do it like that to me the rest's considered scrap Fact: naughty niggas will never be defeated Come and try word god, word to life, I put that on the double i. Chorus Clap your hands this evening. come on y'all say it's alright [2x] Clap yo hands According to the calculations from the slums it's hittin'. Hey! kay makes tracks all funky like raw chittlins Styles are splitin' think I'm kiddin'? well nigga listen Clap long and steady til your palm's sore & sweaty Started cutting more than petty confetty Right after I said bye bye to ali ba ba the punany papa's machete Hope ya ready, but if you're not, guard ya knot, Grill, nose opposed to blows that's all the same spot Still chill I rock real and raw like a brawl's a small fight Shorty taking tall mics so practice saying alright Ah-ight? - the party is tight Pass the ball all in the back head towards the front cause the wall Won't fall I might make moves and motions Start a crammed commotion Make kitties and titties in the city glow like lotion Remember freestyles where freebies Systems still sound like cb's, leat tracks leave them wheaties I'm greedy, can't see me Wit bifoc's I fry then fly folks with high hopes Watch my smoke now why choke Sly stroke get by nope now negro You were, dead-ass wrong Head too strong Now here's your zero We can get deep like way down Hi lobsters, seaweed, sand, sunk ships and missing mobsters Hip-hoppers know hard, guess who's back again That naughty click clan to make you clap your hands! Chorus Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all say it's alright [4x] Clap yo hands To all my people on the left, clap to this To all my people on the right, clap to this To all my people on the top, clap to this And in the front don't stop, clap to this |
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Life is a roll like the dice and you know? (3X)
Do you wanna play? Now if you, base out and ace out Ace is an ass out Also an ass whip You catch quick those who catch it most don't last it down on Doogan They rollin' two deep, so they ain't too sleep and crews creep but they hard to beat bustin' out two jeeps there's Tracy, tricky and trickin' chokin' nuff chicken she's burnin' and when that chick is broke that bitch is stickin' up the block is for the hoe no another pro hoe she pick pockets when she rocks it it ain't no loot out on that hoe stroll on block five ya catch a fever and get no breather either beat it or break it to break it down thrw it I need it look for trips yeah the triplets cause that's the hit click and on down is a pick up cause it's a stick-up on the freak tip, just when you think things were looking messy she lives six houses on the leffy her name is sexy hooked up by Becky true to the dice not new to the dice Sexy dropped me off 456 Ci Lo Blvd. right after she blew on the dice. 123rd the block'll splatter ya cap's catch ya they batter ya niggas stretch even scavengers breaking fool like Attica stolen glock and he know holding spots from below primos for them g notes rolling rocks in kilos ci-lo is the set up poppy's rockin and poppin' ya 123rd kids fuck up bank jackings like Joshua snake what wakeup or bake up pay up or break up you're on the block rocked needin' three bitches ta shake up pimpin ain't easy but if ya mac you'll be the largest so if he asses out he got no hoes just three new charges ass and face up in the cut look who dodges wait the case is open and shut fuck garages and everyone on the strip is more than one time offenders and they trusting the roll like they trustin' public defenders you see 'em don't want to be 'em hope ci-lo free 'em I'm schemin' a fuckin' demon after per diem I'm leaving sometimes this evening yeah in The PM not even wit attitude rude cause fool I'm geein' a crafter after a billing not asking on ya the master mackin' a million tax-free from this corner. |
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The C-R-U-D-D-Y, the C-L-I-C-K
It's texture pure terror a street professor aggressor scale and measure clever compressor stretching salary stacks be running blocks as a factory structure capture the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic chatter nigga catcher as I blast a cop matter capsule shatter scatter midnight disasters clips I rather gather then flip for what I'm after now and forever money makes things better at a regular gets me jewelry, bitches, bankcards, cars and competitors proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya puzzled see trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle. Booda Bop, Boom, Bam, Bink, Bick Bow Bookow, Ratatat, Klack Klick, Klick Kow, Klick Kow put brains with muscle. Hear a crew of guys utilize they skills. Bang out hang out slang out work and hustle. Flip techniques over boogie bangin' beats. A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in twenty separate suite I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like Chris Webber a warrior from Golden State, and I conjure up raps I bet you don't know any they be hitting like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny. Collects cash n' checks on a jet to meet the next client as I arrive at L.A.X. I'm up early so I catch my phlegm spit step then stash the stem 10 clips in ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked wit protection see X again tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans but if shit is slow in comin' a fiend that's one thing thats when you see twenty niggas running to one fiend. Yo black tops I got that yellow high for hours buy from me now or next time I swear I'll sell you flour I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy living fatty plus I got a little man calling me daddy my lady and little man they need me and I need 'em I gotta see em and please 'em but first of all clothe & feed 'em so we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time and life while I'm in this game I'm making sure that mine is right from the beginning to the end its dividend to the end so I like to hang out and hustle wit my friends. Well it's Friday night and the weekend's here. All that partying shit must take a seat to the rear. Instead of fuckin' wit those phony ghetto chicks I'd rather be movin' my clips with my homies on the bricks my fingers stay hard. My hands stay full of ash. My fingenails stay dirty that's from burying my stash. Fiends are bummin', money's comin' to say the least, but I'm out there flippin' clips feeding the belly of the beast. It's first of the month money's comin all day all night and too many going for theirs I'm cuttin' sales off with my bike. Now with my niggaz in session we freestyle rhyme. Reminiscing moving that shit 20's of clips at a time. |
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It's workin', It's workin' Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets, we reign and we pop, and daily routine sweeps. It's the fanatic, can't kick the habit, so there you have it, I'm a addict. When I'm near the mike I gots to grab it. Rip the system to shreds, grab the braids in my head. Everybody get lifted, remember the rhyme said. This is your introduction to the new episode. With the Double I countin' down to explode. Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more, livin' rotten to the core everybody to the right, cause all I got left is my flow. I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a record ocean. Uh oh, I guess it's going' down, not now, right now. So I got down with the git down for Illtown. Figure it's the fine fanny, I miss my mammy. And you could ask my uncle Randy, I'm grateful for my granny nanny that's my mother's mammy. Two tittle brothers with different fathers but we're still family. Forget how rough I had it, let's see how smooth it gets. Cuz I might wind up doing that same old cruddy shit. Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood. Back cockin', buckshottin', your ass is shot. CHORUS It's workin', It's workin' Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! Can you chill a can can you spill a can can you kill a can I know I can I know I can I know I can can an American a Republican tucking with this African can from this kian land I know I can It's a war wick wick wick wack that's Dionne Dionne should have predicted her quick trip and Stayed cool like fuckin' freon Or get frozen for eons and beyond bein' the unbelievable bastard I be Well belive that shit's some be on Settle the score check Melba needs Moore since now she poor looks to get richer by puttin' rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step KLICKOW' Your ass like Calvin so butts get kicked now forgive the enemy be a friend of me you teach but forgivin' ain't seem my music crushed in the streets preach love practice hate break tapes and chatterin' Streaks on your structure Stain your whole establishment let's get specific style that's horiorific twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic we'll lift it then shift it brandish the biscuit finish you nitwit cancel Christmas won't stop this slick shit CHORUS It's workin', It's workin' Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! time to do sit up I'm a loose nut watch crews get cut bring it to my illtown grounds and lose your butts but whaqt is the matter matter of fact I don't wanna hear you talk so close your trap Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter see Dolores sucka truck I shoula told you Large Marge sent her two chocolates away from being sloppy in bunches with no lunches step with the punches and try some butt crunches get your hands clappin front and the back and keep a cool head for all my swingers packin attackin' back in the motherfuckin' house done travelled a milion miles and I'm still kickin' styles backsnack taht ass back now how's about that? you feel about as shitty as a baby's unwiped ass crack I'll crack a bat dead on the back black and leave you layin' there flat as a flapjack We ain't friends to the end I blasted Chuckie after this instead of beef you'll be givin me chicken at Kentucky lackin' lucky so worlds fear these and there'll be no more you Ooh! ooh! like no world's series Never a fad and madder than mad and radical rude rottin' razxkal kid man what's happenin'? check the skills on the real it's best to chill don't be caught in the down the hill ordeal it's ill man this shit is deep huh! I'm goin' deep undercover like a muhfucker way beneath the sheets full blows get thrown to the upper dome and continue to go on until you're up and gone When we spot a block knok no tellin' where the rest will go hustle with my friends straight ballin' like testicles bowlin for dollars rollin' for hours rappers the pin strike is my friend they be took out in groups of ten scoopin' change you'll be like "Who's that group again?" on the ground with no sound with just boots and chins yeah and ya don't stop lust check out us Illtown niggaz rock |
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Oh, oh hell yeah (*police sirens, car screeches*) (Alright we don't want any problems here. Y'all just break it up) Five-0 (Just, just) Say what? (go on home) (We don't wanna take anybody in. We don't wanna give any citations I ain't goin nowhere, I ain't goin nowhere (Ahh, just, ahh, go on home and turn down that music) Fuck that we havin fun (Turn, I want the music turned off) ain't nobody doin nuttin, ain't nobody doin nuttin (right now!) Verse 1: Treach From stank booties wit cooties the finest head is hoochie's Bunta, change your name from Kunta Still wouldn't do that shit that you say, who play with that hoopla hooray, who say? What? Who try? You lie where you try you want ta see your whole damn crew fry The moral of the story, niggas handling it Crooked cops wanna run us out but we ain't abandoning shit Cos we from 1-1-8 wit a slum of crazy niggas wit sawn offs, tre-8's, plus nine millimetres WAIT! You don't wanna start a riot cos they won't jack shit, get quiet til half the fucking force is fired Done em boys now dem unemployed See them on Orange Street looking ta get broke fiending in dope, looking to get corduroy boy the son of Tory, a tray hot hole She play that model like a throttle to waddle a bottle Stop that crooked cop shit is the topic We're coming, fuck a summons, so long as Illtown rocks it, you can't stop it Chorus: Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood? Just pound the sound don't worry now cos they found Illtown Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood? Just pound the sound, don't worry now, don't worry now! Interlude: (This is car number 5-0 We have no control over the situation We are now dispersing We advise the Mayor be moved immediately My God, at least 1500 people are marching straight for City Hall) Verse 2: Treach To bad if you're agile, knee check fragile, eject, reject What's left of your respect? A bag of shit, did you see yet? I'll G it like Viet-nam bomb, so be it Even freak it from the deepest ta weakest, even beat walkers beat it Body breaker from the bricks bank and booty bumper who knew boo hoo, scary like voodoo, strictly Illtown and Zoo crew The party can't quit it's been plan, bought cop's hunt and man's sport They scam sports while Illtown and Newark stand fort We don't wrestle and fools don't disrespect us They don't want ta get pulled inside-out from their assholes and lassoed We just break down and boogie oogie oogie A shoutout ta Ski, Steve Pedro, Gutta and Mookie We're on a mission to keep pou people hoppin and hippin instead of trippin even if the city won't give us permission Listen now, party's mo' butter now, better not fuck around and try ta shut us down We'll find out who run this town Chorus: Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood? Just pound the sound, don't worry cos they found Illtown Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood? Just pound the sound, pound the sound! Verse 3: Treach The sound, the sound, I found the sound, a pound around around a pound of pound of some shit quick ta break it down because the boom-ta-bat-boom-boom makes me want to zoom zoom in ya poom poom, break fool across the room soon as we zoom pass one tellin me chillin's a felony Jokers play like poker, now out comes the jealousy Apparently I am politically overpowered, they can't touch this We'll party no quest', protest show just the slums corruptest So pump this, bump this, pump this if you want this but funk that, funk them, funk this if they front wit that same ol jibber jabber yap flapping groupie crew Etcetera etcetera, ya gotta move the same ol woopty woo You ain't even gotta fill me in, ya better me kill then cos we straight holdin fort like them Indians You talk that I'll lock you up for loitering You'll hit the border then, then you won't be ploicin you'll be borderin Chorus: Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood? Just pound the sound, don't worry now cos they found Illtown Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood? Just pound the sound, don't worry now, don't worry now Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood? Just pound the sound, don't worry now cos they found Illtown Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood? Just pound the sound, pound the sound |
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Righ about now, I think it's time you explained to everybody
the real reason you wear this cahin around your neck, aight! (Yo, yo this Puff Daddy Number 1-6-double0-3-0-5-0 representin Davenport the experimental prison, y'knowhutI'msayin? Representin Double I for life 1-18) Verse 1: Treach Too many of my people got time, it shows as crime unfolds Many snap in a trap now new minds explode Learn the ability to find their goals Locked in a facility where time is froze God knows the heart hurts to see no sky, just dirt They give a man a cell quick before they give a man work So we get into this black, this black cat syndrome Grow older like there's no heart and no soul ingrown Bars and cement instead of help for our people Jails ain't nothin but the slave day sequel Tryin to flee the trap of this nation Seein penitentiary's the plan ta plant the new plantation They say we'll take the animals from cottons and crops straight to forgotten wit locks plottin to rottin our stocks They draw a crooked line and wait for your foot ta fall under Serving most of my brothers another football number Judges look at our seeds, these brothers, like enemies saying "We don't need G's", giving out years like free cheese Free please, nigga, ain't no freedom Who's locked up? Who's shot up? Who's strung out? Who's bleeding? Keep reading I'm here to explain the chain remain the same maintain for the brothers and sisters locked Chorus: The chain remains *repeat x4* (Prisoner 1-5-4-3-0-5-0 representin Jersey. All y'all niggas better back the fuck up, man, it's gettin busy) (Yo this is Big Kym comin straight outta Compton. I'm locked up in Fort Dix, New Jersey, Number 0-7-3-9-3-0-6-7. I, I be checkin y'all out in 1997, later) Verse 2: Treach Nowadays still we're captured, still hear wicked laughter while shackled we're beaten and battered then cuffed after we're tackled We're tugged while increasing the mugged and indecent hit one more time wit a black jack then dragged in the precinct Still don't know what the back and forth, looking meaner, meant stripped made into a convict, booked then fingerprinted How many more times of this humiliation? How many more bouts do we have to lose while we fight for our rights in this nation that we supposed ta have since birth but the breaks on the bricks get worse, so it's jail first And that's all they offer us Ain't that right Mr Officer? Chorus (x10) (This is Orion 15-431-0-5-0 up in Tennesee outta Fort Dix representin Cleveland and Illtown) Verse 3: Treach Some rob blocks, does it matter or should it? While ghetto's dodge, cops duck bullets and pull it I "Hang Out and Hustle wit my friends" til the end, til the day we burn pens Ain't no mystery we need victory, the system conspired the days of the riots ain't retired But brothers staying calm cos they soldiers til when the only solutions revolution, no we told ya The chain remains til we uprise Stuck in a land where we ain't meant to survive and I hope this don't suit ya, some work like a slave ta get a hit but won't work to save for a future And that's when the cost is the man within And we're just as lost as the land we in Some balst, some based and some dropped down and most who sold it right now are lock down and rocked round And it's been happenin so much that they make it so that it ain't even no shock now Chorus (x5) (This is Lil' Steve 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 chillin at Fort Dix representin 118. Get out in '96) The chain remains (Peace then!) (This is, aah, Lil' Pers, aah. 14-6-23-0-1-6 from Washington DC. Right now I'm up in Fort Dix, aah, Jersey. My outdate is 12/25/2003. Way I'm thinkin is, aah, it's on, mad stuff and we all better do somethin for the brothers who is locked dizzown. Cos they locked down and I don't care if we definitely lock down the heat. Do something, do somethin bad. Peace out!) Outro: Yo what's up, this Terreet Pett, formerly known as 1-11-7-19 I'd like to give a couple of shouts to come of the brothers I was locked down wit in Borentown Aleem Jones, Kenneth Myall, Big Will Baskerville, Big Bruvon Fuller My man Asherkol from Camden, Big Jahud from Camden and I'm out!! PS> Flash, Thankx a fuckin heaps for lettin me use this very private e-mail address. You truly are fuckin legend Peace out, MM |
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You 'bout to feel the chronicles of a bionical lyric
lyrically splittin dismissin I'm on a mission of just hitting now it's written and kitten hittin wit mittens I'm missing wishing man listen I glisten like sun and water while fishing. Bust the move and then swerve Serve words with nerve embedded I said it word Damn, you nerd man, you heard Coming from the town of Illy and alleys are full of Phillies and Rallys suckers get Silly as Sally then found in alleys, I'm rowdy really 1-So here we go now, Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow Never mixing with tricking brothers bitching Over fixins that ain't fittin to be hittin. On nothin splittin things that's bitten And gettin written off Like a fatter bad bladder boy ya pissing me off Before you even started so what So long see you fly by my try how else Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye. (rpt 1, 1) The flow pro poetical with skills only A vet'll know better know where's The wetter flow that'son point like Decimals manhandlin new crews Partying with the Zoo Crew Looking for the pink in poo poo. I thought you knew too stone style is of stamina Jammin ta while we plannin ta jam We bust plus we're the party Amateur damager managin damagin mics Men and even mannequins. You're a fan again now I wanna know whose the man again? Naughty's back like vertibrates word to hey-a-ho The way I show you pray I flow Steady breakin to the boogie so bang time To slang bang and watch all the poo tang tangs hang (rpt 1, 1) Play and Kay'll break the body of a beat The beat the break into boogie Firm and fully chase bass lines like bullies All we wanna know is if your body wanna party It's nuff poo tang tang for everybody So hip up and split up get up Get up your wit up souped up put your dukes up No guts set up for sit ups flip up watch us rip up. Shakes shows until they fizz up Rizz up like your with us if not zip up You lip up whip up. Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones We come back cause we heard Hip hop needed another anthem Black like Noah in fact and for ya If we was back in the days with the Drifters We would've been known as the Flowers Bevin these since the seventies Find me so we went crazy in the eighties So we won't kiss heinies in the nineties Oops the Naughty's troop in sections of forties So clap your hands and hold your shorty I'm Naughty. (rpt 1, 1) |
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My thoughts are thundering, tumblin Sons of bitches, switches, from yelling ta mumbling You ain't a pal of me, my family ties but not wit Mallory My analogy ain't for salary, as I roll reality thru galaxies Four centuries, it's sent to me with the scent of oiu Witta chain representing penitentiaries from Roman town to Borentown From Newark to Illtown And all you know from lifers, Rikers ta foesome Wasn't driving to fast, I was flying to low You think I'm rocking too quick, I think you're listening to slow I'm abrupting construction, a pumping assumption You diss while your family say I'm the best shit since fucking Struckin 'bout an obstruction or turning something of nothing From more things to more things, it's the rip in every function Funking it up, pumping it up, chumping the ducks Looking ta hump Ms. Junk in the trunk, pump pumpin me up Chorus: Jersey niggas are the craziest New York niggas are the craziest DC niggas are the craziest Philly niggas are the craziest LA niggas are the craziest Chi town niggas are the craziest Texas niggas are the craziest Utah niggas are the craziest Verse 2: Vin Rock My lyrics be laced with 40 ounces of funk and stuff, you get rushed, you get bust You call yourself callin my bluff, enough's enough I'm puttin it down on the real end This one goes out to all the people who be questioning my skills, niggas I been rockin since lee twillz and we feel that we build careers of steel So all the rest come up and test but only stress is what you'll find thinkin Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rhyme shrinkin The sleepin MC I eat like good 'n' plenty Lyrically spankin ya that's why they call me Uncle Vinnie And oh yes, I just appeal to the masses young to old folks, the upper, lower, middle classes They don't begin wit no lying professor they begin when Vin pick up the pen and pad up off the dresser Lesser, a man should never challenge a clan wit thirteen years experience of rippin mic's put in our hands Chorus: Detroit niggas are the craziest Miami niggas are the craziest Little Rock niggas are the craziest Oak Town niggas are the craziest Verse 3: Treach I got barbarians to bogard me in at a club that barred me when a broad got thrown like barbarnigan born again, thrown aboard A brim is broke to the back I brawl and band from brains ta balls Da boots word ta-burr-bam-boo break the loot Blowing up brain cells BOOM like Beirut Assume the same suit, fuck that fly shit wit the flavor ca shi Gives last name ain't Suzuki but still my sidekick Whip that hide quick if ya slide quick, blood clot ya Blood clique You ain't rolling if our tape ain't what ya ride wit Niggas snipe shit so I'm on a knife tip Like the youngsters 'bout ta take you on some hip-hop ride shit If you ain't jumpin then don't pump it I'm hittin Jermaine in Atlanta cos he owe me loot for that jump shit Fuck astronauts I rock it and from now on if you bite my style when I see you, I'm in your pockets Chorus: Cleveland niggas are the craziest Virginia niggas are the craziest Kentucky niggas are the craziest St. Louis niggas are the craziest Atlanta niggas are the craziest Maryland niggas are the craziest San Diego niggas are the craziest Seattle niggas are the craziest Boston niggas are the craziest Illtown niggas are the craziest Zoo Crew niggas are the craziest Jersey City niggas are the craziest All my Newark niggas are the craziest |
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조병덕.......입니다.
우송.......... -Hama(하마: 河馬)- -Hama(하마: 河馬)- -Hama(하마: 河馬)- -Hama(하마: 河馬)- -Hama(하마: 河馬)- |
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(Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Where's that cat? Here kitty, kitty, kitty)
Intro/Chorus: Honey, um, yes, um take me to the crib and get naughty, um *repeat* Verse 1: Treach Are those bullets in ya bra or are your nipples glad to see me Been wishin since I'm three now I'm finally seeing a genie Open that kitty, pretty, let me write it in graffitti Ya name sunshine, baby, been known by the glow in your panties, sweetie Your poonany is screaming 'Feed me' so please me, uh Free me, don't tease me, touch your toes and kiss your knees, ease up in it, not minutes try sections of half 'n' hours We'll be on every end of your house like it was ours And you ain't gotta suggest respect sunshine, can't get less I'll affect every part that your man neglects I've been observing how your curving Campaigning for a serving now see, I got that pretty kitty purring Chorus Hook: One time with the sunshine Sunshine, one time with the sun One time with the sunshine Sunshine, one time in the city Verse 2: Treach Are you in the easy cat or kitty category? What's the story? You got two pairs of lips which shall I pick to make you wiggle for me? Adore me, don't let that cat catch your tongue One time wit sunshine and that snatch could catch you strung Don't wanna wish to hear you sing, wanna know I heard ya sung Here's one free vote for C notes and loose tongues I'm here, you knock em off but you start with your boots on A party wit the body, lordy, where only two comes And the truth is smoked boots is the proof Once tight socks stretched loose and condoms on the roof Hittin steep and ain't complete til the kitten sleeps between the sheets, now our Naughty emblem is written deep Chorus Hook: One time with the sunshine Sunshine, one time with the sun One time with the sunshine Verse 3: Treach Lady, I crazy and underrated, can't be test of faded Blowing up the spot like that ass just detonated Spouting out sperm, not spaded out, wit my worm I waited The hotty hair was knotty, a perm and she mighta made it plus she had a shitty attitude so no alarm On a scale o' one ta damn she was a yawn Darn, wit most it ain't no speaking after freaking a number one, more weekend in between meetings But sunshine was pretty as Puerto Ricans, so that thought went down wit the sunset Now you wanna know how naughty can one get Get strapped up like the Mad Hatter, lips between hips like Mick Jagger's Do some cabin stabbin like a dagger Just cool, let's wet up the pool and rub-a-dub Trade your dud for a stud, bustin more than suds in a tub So I love it when ya let it get it Get thirsty like a dry reservoir, never sore when I wet it Say pathetic but I say sunshine is super, put that poonany on the roof and that shine might wake the roosters, so I'm thru til I scoop her One time with the sunshine (Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Damn, where's that cat?) |
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*phone rings, Webber sleeping*
Webber: Hello? operator: You have a collect call from Treach Treach: Yo, what's up, nigga, pick up operator: Press 1 to accept collect call accepted Treach: Hello? Webber: What's up? Treach: Yo, nigga, what's going on? Webber: I'm sleeping Treach: Why? Webber: I'm played basketball today Treach: So what? Webber: So bye bye, bitch Webber *clicks phone*: Fuck that nigga, man Is real crazy *echo* |
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(Treach)
We're on wax and it concerns ya that's make us eternal like a picture Ya bitch ya, I'll fix ya, raise a rapture ripped ya scripture I'll mac a meal infact until I stack the bills ta rack the skills ta get a track ta kill them rap at will, the I is capital double L, lower case t-o-w-n No trouble, I'll bust your bubble then leave you for ruin Such come a dime a dozen, fuck some You lost the race by a dick slut's cum cos nuts won What fun freaking it frequently, freak wit me, slick ta freak quick Your girl's poonany's packed like tha freaknic We get redicu-down-diculous and devious, believe me bitch Now your fucking soul ain't so mischevious Diss who? We're the hip-hop rap pounder founder Ricocheting PM to AM, frying freestyle flounders big as bouncers Ounce ta ounces Don't make us check you yes you, just know respect due! (Vinnie) I'm hearin niggas in the game yappin this yappin that Talkin Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rap but I bet if you put a pen and pad in my hand I could write it in your face my friend, put it on tape and then give it to my nigga Kay Gee, he produces me Pump it thru the Flavor Unit, spread it thru the industry The next three weeks my single done peaked on the rap sheets Sound's knockin from malls to swapmeets And then there's oh mad tours and oh mad whores We sign autographs by the G's in the in-stores And then there's oh mad sex and ASCAP checks So when I, um, plex it, it's me I'm in the beamer or Lexus Guess which nigga is next to flex this Style that I be rippin's authentic so don't text this (Treach) You can fool some of the people some of the time but not all of the people all of the time Some of the rhymes some of the times cos some of the 9's some of em mine And bout a brown as Bobby wit a trolley to bury Halle, it's chocolate so pardon Dolly as a hobby When it comes to harm me ya don't alarm me cos I roll wit Double I and Ron G's army So that's 235 on a slang bang and see Ron wit a nigga for fucking A-Train And that's deep like the minds of Minolta Deep ditch like the Swedish knits on John Travolta If you don't look good we don't look good These nuts that soon clear the room So boom to the break and break, ah, to the snap and snap ta the beat, I'll freak them, bring it back So's I had no choice but ta roll wit the flow Plus I came over the bridge and I ain't wasting my toll |
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Check it out. I heard this track right here and I kind of felt a lil' Somethin'. You know. It took my mind some place it ain't been.Search deep Into another world. So I'm trying to figure out what make this world go Round. For real. People are stressin'. [Treach:] Oh how oh how come everytime we have problems they nix none Sending people to other plants when they still ain't fix this one Victims from a distance prections of affliction Some faction cause frictions fractions need fixinng Mixing making music man to make it work Some sticking shakin' bruisin' damn just ta brake a purse It's worse misguided some guttered locked on the block Cause the cops can't be trusted Busted trusted frustrated frustrations of no more patience Insides are cold and vacant check how we lay it Why when we speak they try to stifle our breath Cock a rifle to chest Then ya have the party of your life at your death Oh I wanna know I wanna know Oh why, oh why is it the good that have to go And they tell us that's just how this life goes So I look at the kids and wonder where their life might go Get high to tell ya low that's how its done on the bricks We all mad at the world when the world ain't done shit Just the people in it and the scavengers who function Who destroy the earth then blame the earth for its malfunctions And getting maybe a tad bit too deep to follow But the black form is strong and far from being hollow Why do we get so much into this Freeing Willy When Willy is already free He and them ain't doing shit to free my city And it's a pity for those who can't get the nitty gritty That's when the gritty gets grimy and the wicked gets witty So much pain on the brain can't restrain Place the comma too much drama but I'll bleed to please my momma So I'm a strive to perfection leave pride in slum sections Keep wit my crew and make all due connections [Hook:] But but but but but that's what makes the world go round The axis like a carouse [Treach:] Oh how the ways? Nowadays baby's coming from spitting out momma's nipple From the cradel to the killa leaving corspe and cripples A Brooklyn boy dies shot by a cop for a play gun Our kids days are up even if they ain't stray ones You lay one or two on the more now the merrier the day's dumb When crews war and now streets get scarier cops hit blocks saying we'll Beat 'em Into freedom then we feel robbed like there's no God When we need him So we act accordingly cause we dont' see enjoyment The only line ofbusiness I'm offered is unemployment So we gots to get ours and ours gotta get it And it is what it be so see that I'm with this Media haas us believin' they hype Don't pull out ya new shoes cause only the bad news is good news Farrakahn wants us to take the streets back time to take it Before our whole race is stripped naked [Hook] |
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118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs 1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill And knock his ass into left field I'm still a body bruisin' master Dat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya Like port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it 5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said Don't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler A star spangler boogie banger Rottin' Razklas 118 on the scene I'm representin' And if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin' And kickin in nigga take a step back It ain't even all that nigga catch a cap If ya don't wanna brawl jack Guzzle down a 40 till I'm all full Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find No he didn't but I'll you Hook: I tell you what good with deez some and the how Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2) Right out the alleys of Cali Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood Watch us bring wreck quick Road Dawgs the next kick Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip 235 thick Ingelwood Illtown click Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix Boobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools And slaying crews Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me Don't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow Treach: Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines So motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines Swift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks So listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles Mumps plus fuckin' chicken pox Givin' props to all the Old school that paved the way Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey Three letters describing that ass here's a clue S-C-K the only thing missing is you Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums Try it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap Cause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap A black alley cats can catch my back And to that and these scrap Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends But nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims That's how it go that's how we roll pow! Cause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow Hook Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin' Keep my material similar to a serial killer Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter pat Pats to better brat packs I'm airing shit out like DAT Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit Flowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT To your advantage if you could manage the damage I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry Advancing my chances and ya retreatin' From the beatin' ya seekin' Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin' On time for too much tough talk Nigga walk and keep walking Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking I'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag Ha ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown This ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on With more thong then Janet with her panties on Ya best to get it out the way boy The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow Hook |
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Hup, yeah |
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*footsteps gets walked on and a cell phone rings*
Treach *answers phone*: Nigga DJ Kay Gee: What? Treach: What you doing? DJ Kay Gee: Chilling Treach: So what the album? DJ Kay Gee: It's ended very well Treach: OK then, bye *hangs up* |
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(Treach)
Fuck the toughest I'm danger-ous its rowdy motherfuckers are up and outty the roughest sucker plucker since they found me Openin' up a can of clash clicks six-packs of ass whips, pints and fifths of asses, burnt to ashes You've been spined, twisted, blistered and spun up in and lifted shit boy ya free paper bum it's called I got connections, like Poonanny to erections I saw selected sets son for my selection stretchin' sections etchin' and sketchin' to revive, reset and then set inspections for the wet ones to the next ones, yes one, step son and get one Comin' from behind is the line yours for a nine war Walk nigga mind yours, of crime wars will find yours The hot one will spot one, shock one and stop one Crews will conquer as tough as Tonka now I got one (Chorus) I got connections, huh, huh, no question, huh I got connections; I get that ass stuck like glue I got connections, huh, huh, no question, huh I got connections; I get that ass stuck like glue --> Method Man (Road Dawgs) State of shock, it's a greater plot that made us stop the thunder from with under will make the whole of cradle rock, hah Ken Boogie just hit me on the horn in California Born in Fort July Fourth you're sworn to bangin' and warrin' Road Dawgs you assume right first draft kick practic tactics of a great Western-type saloon fight Caution - courage what I bring when I approach this Punks stays focused notice devotions and commotion's of cruddy's corrosive Top gun and explosive motion East Coastin' deep throughout notions of all the shops I'm closin' (VinRock) Aiyyo, I play emcees like this I look 'em in the eye I know he's tense And I break him like a bitch so I know there's no defense So at night when I creep, only want 'em, while he's awake not asleep By the way all I seek all I keep, so don't sleep (Cruddy Click) Nigga what's the realest? Rap pillars got the power to blow up spots from here to the Watts Tower Niggas can feel us, do you wanna deal us? It be the illest in Naughty it takes a fool to learn that love don't love nobody My department be collections remember that Love Child got connections ain't no motherfuckin' question (Road Dawgs) I'm deep with a vicious vendetta Silence prospectors, objectors to my lectures constructed as architecture Expressions of terror shakin' cold fingers of fear careers I spear Prepare for a year full of nightmares (VinRock) Get 'em back and don't come near me When appraochin' me come sincerely I don't fear the others that don't like that I stack papers, yearly Merely mentioned men they don't come steppin' to Vin Anywhere I go, everywhere I flow I'm bringin' it back home to my twins and I got friends And friends don't let their friends drive drunk So I suggest you grab your friends before I go and pop my trunk And best believe I come correct so yo, WHAT YOU WANNA DO? (Chorus) I got connections; I get that ass stuck like glue --> Method Man (Interlude) Aiyyo what up nigga I here you the man now yo (Yo whattup my nigga you know I ain't the man but I got connections (right) for you what you need?) Yeah, yeah, yo, yo check this out I need you to handle a little something for me though on the real though (You know I might not can't slip and do that right now but I got somebody to come through) Nah, nah, nah, yo, yo I need you to take care of it man (Yo I put this on everything I love man, it's real sneaky, sister hood Females sneak up in here and come through (yeah) (Kandi Kain) 235 degrees and the mics about to be freezin' Emcee season on those who treason I'm droppin' drinks like a pint of cool breeze, then Intoxication, a million copies in circulation Just a small indication to let you know Kandi Kain equals no intimidation on this naughty demonstration Eighteen plus a hundred niggas that I run wit on that one shit keepin' you outnumbered Collidin' with perfection, every direction can't pay enough protection Cause I got the Illtown to Inglewood connections (*echoes*) |
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