Naughty By Nature Lyrics

Album: Nineteen Naughty Nine

Wicked Bounce Lyrics

featuring Castro Mag 

* also appears on the _Butter_ Soundtrack and Mag's "Hustlaz Heaven" 

[Mag] (Castro) "Car Wash sample" 

"Hey!" 

Butter. 

"One of us! Right away!" 

"Work" 

Uh where all my hustlers? 

(Where them thugs at?) 

All my ballers. 

What let's do it like this. (Get up!) 

Uh what. 

(Indiana Indiana!) 

"Work" 

Mag in this muth yo. 

Killa Castro from Queens trigga Treach. 

(New Jeru, Dirty Jerz.) 

[Mag] 

Well can you get it like I get it, I got to get my blood 

Known for slangin yayo and part the lick with my thugs 

Fuck you, fuck your crew fool and all that shit 

Bitch, it's a new nigga on the premesis 

"Work" 

Ah, puttin it down like I knows to 

What, splittin these hata's wigs like I'm supposed to 

Whenever you, wanna act the fool, and come and test 

Get that ak slug through your vest 

Forget your dog, get bucked 

Wind up and see you with all the garbage stuck 

Now you in the depths of Hell, feel like damn it ain't my lucky day 

Never shoulda looked my way, motherfucker 

Don't trust your bitch ass fool as far as I can thrust ya 

Don't make no sudden moves fool and I won't have to bust ya 

Trigga Treach he got his pistol do 

We puttin in work from here to Russia fool 

So what the fuck y'all here to do 

"Work" 

Huh, and it's on like that 

Motherfucker and it's on like that 

"I puts in work" 

And it's on like that 

Yo dog I hope you cleaned your strap 

"Uh huh, cuz I puts in work" 

[Castro] 

Fatal how the hood'll hate you, caught up in drama 

Colors and ganja like black autototes for armor 

Millies and macks never the same pocket 

Kept his phillies and crack how the streets rock it 

Switch em, b cases like he fathered the system 

Organized block cinemas away from the prison 

With souls, lost rows and so on 

Fall victim to the streets and so much can go wrong 

Rebels meet crumble and majesties for salaries 

Out of towners and goose downers introduce pounders 

A lay loot for power evil roots shoot through cowards 

Lettin other niggas just regulate they hours 

Coke or chronic, philly roll millie by his scrotum 

Barrel x to g packs 

Never got along with cops, like it was Brett Favre and D backs 

It's how rap cats believe that 

"Just puttin in work" 

And it's on like that 

Castro, you know it's on like that 

"Huh huh huh huuuh work" 

And it's on like that 

Yeah y'all we gettin it on like that 

"Puttin it in y'all, puttin it in y'all" 

[Treach] 

Check it, I get deep voice like Barry 

All you keep, naw you keep 

Forgot I got permit to carry 

All you sleep 

Look at me, his face I'll bury 

I look at you and say that's what happens when cousins marry 

"Work" 

Hate that funk shit, don't show up 

Tore up from the floor up 

My gat's so fat it needs to loose weight like hold up 

On the run huh, it might be bailin in a Bronco 

I be layin low from Rocko 

In a condo outside of Toronto 

How I feel about y'all poppin shit 

Like a constipated port a lot of noise but you ain't droppin shit 

This is me here, it ain't no other man 

Always into somebody's business like you was (?) 

"Work" 

Nigga I puts in like ten men 

Kick up more dust than dirt 

Drinkin more gin than Vin 

Well see no El Nino or ghetto tsunami 

Couldn't drop up on me so we got to fuck over Tommy 

"I puts in work" 

I puts in work, and it's on like that 

Motherfucker with them snakes and rats 

I puts in work 

"Work" 

And it's on like that 

Hope you motherfuckers watch your back 

Cuz I puts in work 

"Work" 

"New Jerus y'all Dirty Jerz y'all" 

"Work" 

"Ah ow, Indiana comin on through" 

"Work" 

"Oh, what it mean y'all comin from Queens" 

"Work" 

"Hey, put it down for my town"