• Naughty By Nature
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  • Naughty By Nature

    Strike A Nerve

    Strike a nerve

    Intro: Vin Rock

    (Strike a nerve)
    Yo bitch it was some bitch in a seminar
    talkin bout you had to get up early to wax this
    (Strike a nerve)
    Them other motherfuckers said you couldn't even wax that dirty bitch
    So wassup y'all?
    (Strike a nerve)

    Verse 1: Treach

    I get my daily dose of cha cha cha and "Shut the fuck up ho"
    Shit shaved and bathed e'ryday then I must go
    Ugh this is Everyday All Day, let's all say
    Pluckin enough and roughin em up and fuckin em up always
    Bet, let's talk about a back flash, ya jackass
    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 bitch to pick with, peekaboo
    I see you thru your crew, now whatchu wanna do?
    After that, caps off to the black frost
    My pants always sag cos I rap my ass off (Oooooh)
    You wanna talk about a badboy *?sanchoi?*
    I'm bad as they come, chum, straight up ricochet rap style
    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 its cravin is icecream
    I'm too trucked to be fucked and too live, otherwise
    Ya drive by's smuffler, 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 ass
    You tried to swing this way, you little swifty
    (Ha ha ha, slum bitches 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 shit, man
    Niggas 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 shit

    Verse 2: Vin Rock

    Prepare for the worst, cos I ain't livin loss
    I wouldn't just give a fuck, cos givin is free and my fuck's cost
    ????? your loss in The Source, cos 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 shit 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, fuck 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 (You don't?)
    So don't start, there will be none is the lesson, folks
    I hate cigarettes but my Smith & 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 niggas caught
    Ya say you can't go to the takin me out close
    Huh, in that case, you shoulda named your album "Almost"
    I wouldn't rely on the try if I was you, yo
    Cos I'm turnin tries into "oh oh's" and "hell no's"
    I wouldn't be caught dead witchu up in tryin it
    And if I was goin, I get my stiff ass up and rip shit
    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 shit, 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 dick
    (Strike a nerve)
    We're gonna stomp this time around, word up
    (Strike a nerve)

    Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock

    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 ????? 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 fuckin prick
    The way I rock could shit, you just often like it
    My style's so fat I had to throw it on a water diet
    Bullshit ya not, I ain't the type to be fuckin 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 fuckin thinkin cap
    Now that tells us in a sec right where your head is at
    In between some bitch's legs, lookin ass 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!"
    Fuck who follows you, you and them could help each other
    I treat you both like any other motherfuckin runner
    This is the Flavor, tasty although sugar-free
    So have a Coke, have a smile and have a booger, G

    (Why?) Cos you don't mean shit to me
    I'ma take you ????? where good shit's meant to be
    I rock a rhyme that'll be a straight up def track
    Droppin more shit than white castles and neck slacks
    A studio to me is just a chance to rock, G
    I rock and rock, god damn, call me VinRocky (ha ha)
    It's just what the fuck 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 fuckin neck
    Something that flow should come straight from the horse's mouth
    Mr. Ed's dead so his ass is the best way out
    Shit man for hire, this hitman is the law
    I run more tracks than a San Francisco trolley car
    Prepare for the win-te, oh yeah
    I could write your fuckin album and you'll soon be the last one there
    I start to heat up and rip shit 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 ass to gut
    This is a solid you could never outlast
    If bullshit was worth a dime, you'd have a job in a cow's ass

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