Music Video

Naughty By Nature - It's On (Instrumental)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Tribe Called Quest
A Tribe Called Quest
Sampled Artist
Donald Byrd
Donald Byrd
Sampled Artist
Kay-Gee
Kay-Gee
Vocals
Treach
Treach
Vocals
Vin Rock
Vin Rock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Shawn Criss
Anthony Shawn Criss
Songwriter
Keir Lamont Gist
Keir Lamont Gist
Songwriter
Donald Byrd
Donald Byrd
Composer
Vincent E. Brown
Vincent E. Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Naughty By Nature
Naughty By Nature
Producer
S.I.D. Reynolds
S.I.D. Reynolds
Producer
Angela Piva
Angela Piva
Recording Engineer
Frank Fagnano
Frank Fagnano
Editing Engineer

Lyrics

Once again it's on, it's on Put me on the planet, damn it, where all the slim shhh look like Janet Slick consider this how I lick it and then fan it Pick, rub and ran it how I run it yeah I ran it And it ran frantic rub put new poonanie panic Plan it, as a package, pick it and then pack it Trick it and attract it, throw a crack then catch it Quick as richocet rabbit, quick 'cause it's a habit To rap it as fast as another brother runnin' rapid Never call you sir Who gives a damn if you Mix Alot? East coast gets the props Producers rock your knot Baby ain't got back, baby got black That's why you see The black baby and you respect that Checka check it out, on and on and on, rock on To the breaka breaka dawn it's on On and on and on, on and on and on Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn On and on and on, on and on and on Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn, it's on Make room for one rude boy Bad mood boy, new and old school boy Now watch a true man take out all the school boys And don't get out of touch 'cause you just get a slut With a "Closed for repair" sign on your nuts Yeah we're the thing slangers, body boom bangers Breakin' in your shit with a hanger Damn real I'm gonna live it up Never forgive your cut on my back Watchin' your girl's gap give it up I touch you where it hurts first Brutalize you with a, criticize my lyrics work Think about a lost block, black stop I'd rap and make a wack drop then slap you with my back drop The boom-bang slap papper's fat fat Step in my path and get that ass cr-crack cracked Checka check it out, on and on and on Rock on, to the breaka breaka dawn it's on On and on and on, on and on and on Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn On and on and on, on and on and on Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn Singin' like a Buddha bang Hang out with a true crew Down with the coochie bang Brothers come to do the same But monkey see, monkey do Get your monkey ass playing Individuals get original 'cause a this a be critical And pickable and pitiful I ain't with the big con heart Rippin' other rhymes apart, here to spark me some iron parts I stick to a city with some ripple, hit a bitty from the middle Hang on kitties like a cripple nipple Checka check it out, on and on and on Rock on, to the breaka breaka dawn it's on On and on and on, on and on and on Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn On and on and on, on and on and on Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn On and on and on, on and on and on Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn On and on and on, on and on and on Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn
Writer(s): Danny Elfman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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