Naughty By Nature Lyrics

Album: Nineteen Naughty Nine-Nature's Fury

We Could Do It Lyrics

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Don't fuck with us 

Watch these niggas get wicked now 

Check it out 

[Chorus 2] X 3 

Put em up 

What What 

Put em up what what 

[Chorus 1] 

[Treach] 

Well here's a shot out to all those who think that we slipped 

Doing this ever since 165 North 15th breakdancin with slick 

Nigga what I'll beat your butt 

You niggas on a beef or what 

And if I gotta go deep I'll cut 

And if you try to face this 

The Naughty by the Nature gonna lace this 

Track, we be the cream of the pack 

Don't come up in my face with bullshit cuz you're bound to get slapped 

And then we'll take it to a level where you're gonna get clapped 

And then we'll all be up in court, I don't got time for that 

Cuz I'm, one third, naughty 

Look into my eyes yeah you know me 

Ain't nobody pimpin like us three 

Call us masters, o.p.p 

And when I draw the line don't get in the way, I'm paper chasin 

Or I'll be cuttin you off like Friday the 13th and I'm Jason 

Single don't mingle with ladies hearts I'm a thief 

I'm not a virgin but Virgo birthday September 17th 

And don't ask me for favors cuz it'll be just like pullin teeth 

I'm on some new shit with niggas cuz you continually sleep 

Don't creep 

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[Chorus 2] X 3 

[Chorus 1] 

[Vinnie] 

Dun dun dun dun dun dirty the motherfucker with them jewels on 

Did the dirt, turn the news on 

Nigga left layin with his shoes on 

With every clue gone 

You actin nervous, what'd you do wrong? 

Nigga lookin shady, all fakey all quiet 

Ah forget about it when the feud's on 

Now wha-what what put em up that's what the party get 

I bartend on some naughty shit 

And don't play that shorty shit 

We hittin and kickin like (?) 

Shakin like (?) chicken like pick pick pick pickin the town 

Dickin em down, pickin a hoe, give em a show, the rigamarole 

So, if you ever gone report you seen my tribe 

I best to pray you got nine lives because your goddamn eyes lied 

(...?...) that's 25 lines motherfucker you on my side 

What you gonna do wanna do talkin all the drunk talk 

At least you'll die high 

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[Chorus 2] X 3 

[Chorus 1] 

[Treach] 

Just look don't touch, just tip my bitch 

Cuz things get crazy now 

Punk motherfucker gonna pay me now 

Got busy got forty got fam got (?) got jet got slash 

Diesel do, take apart that ass 

Got another motherfucker get cash fast 

Did dash smash, who you fought last, him or me? 

Them or we? Get Hennessy, you memory 

Treachery, and to the right of me, it's that nigga uncle Vinnie 

What with K Boogie on the break release 

The beat don't cease til we double fuckin platinum apiece 

Hands touched 

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