Naughty By Nature - Slang Bang Lyrics
Intro: vin rock, treachHup, yeah guess whos back?Hup, hup, naughty by natures in the house guess whos back?Settin off the 19naughty4/ naughty5 flavour guess whos back?Word up, this is how we do things guess whos back?UhhHook: (x2)Cos its a slang bang thangSlang bang, its a slang bang thang, a slang bang thangVerse 1: vin rock, treachHupGet up, get up but dont push meCos I aint mooshy mooshy, you cant mash meYou chocolate bastard with your smile, your face looks ashySendin detrip witta free trip to blast out outerSee this, cos Im that nigga thatll leave you ass out like g-stringsMeanin Im fienin, your heart trips when it stay at workSo ***** fear you fear-*****, one jerk Ill make your head hurtThe punani, theyre making pairs perk, wholl dare flirtI get kittys from your city, just near where your mans workI be on that ass like ol mole, turnin your whole show slow-moCos youre too good to corrosoIm on and off so you know my shit aint partialPardon me, packin arsenals, takin knees and nostrilsOur style is savagery, you try to be the badder gYou aint even the man, you just the filling, wheres the cavity?Father be grabbin it, gravity, have the gravity grabbinActually after we nigga naturally have to meetHook (x4)Verse 2: treachOne check to the chin and youll be bust quicker than liquorAw shit, pop her chain and lock her rock, a city slickerSlick a rhyme, kick or vick her, knock her without a popperI take the cake, took the chain but left the lock upLove me or leave me, hate me or like meMight be gettin feisty, ***** yeah Im sheistyShit yeah, I fit there, *? sqwin? * your shit wearYoure a trick until you niggered me a ***** without liquidSome thank me for puttin the hanky in pankySlappin stanky like lightning, stickin yankees like benjamin franky***** buyin kitty cases and city lightsJust give my loot, get your licks and get all the high titties rightBut then Im into what you *****es is sayinSo I wasnt really feelin on her ass, I was just massagin her brainThe objects that I learned from the projectsTry treach I bet, and get your throat choked like my necksHook (x2)Verse 3: treach, vin rockMy mind thinks right, ? ? ? ? , pick snipes, dont pluck, Ill ***** your fingerAt any *? prejudice presley? *, now I got more snipes than wesleyTest me, touch me and lay next to the rest of the bestThe rusty monks or ? ? ? ? who tried to ***** meBut see this is where I boom and zoomJust drive a line like a cartoonist on some soon shitAdidas couldnt read us so they freed usThen we tried reebok from a cheater, succeeded then got weededOh anna, rip of some grandmas, no my grandma from santa anaTo atlanta where cops aint a-feared and niggas wear dannasNow tell ya lady that Im crazy when Im summinTheres a party and Im out and guess whos cominHook (x4)Outro: vin rock, treachHup, hup, yeah niggasIts all about a slang bangDoin this shit lyrically on waxAnd gettin paid for itWord up, we dont care where youre fromEverybody can get down with the slang bangWe doin rhyme-bys on recordHahahaha, wooweeeeee........
