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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fred Wesley and the J.B.'s
Fred Wesley and the J.B.'s
Sampled Artist
Kay-Gee
Kay-Gee
DJ
Treach
Treach
Vocals
Vin Rock
Vin Rock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Naughty By Nature
Naughty By Nature
Composer
Anthony Shawn Criss
Anthony Shawn Criss
Songwriter
Keir Lamont Gist
Keir Lamont Gist
Songwriter
Vincent E. Brown
Vincent E. Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Dae Bennett
Dae Bennett
Mixing Engineer
Naughty By Nature
Naughty By Nature
Producer

Lyrics

Hey, you could smoke a spliff with a cliff But there's still no mountain high enough, or wide enough to touch The naughty nappy, nasty nigga, the nasty trashy hoe, happy, pappy That's happy to be nappi Me and Vin rock when spots hit flocks And groups and troops with Timbo boots and jail suits That's how I'm rollin' my hair-do don't Win I will, I got wantin' competition ain't dope Beat ya, break ya, broke ya, smoke ya, take ya Send you to your little group on mute, sooner or later You wanna flip, tell 'em full semi-half with a dip And all that other Ringling brother's shit Sporty naughty, hi, bye, greater than nature while I- Shin slam the film, flim and then jam You can run but you can't hide, you can't go far No matter where you go, there you are We gonna break, we gonna bash We gonna roll, we gonna smash We gonna break, we gonna bash We gonna roll, we gonna smash Here we go yo Hit a nigga, kill a nigga, will come back See a sucker, stretch a sucker, guard your naps Cussin' wasn't nothin', 'til a black man rapped See a forty suck a forty guess who's back You're chillin' with a Teddy, fillin' villian Steppin' to the puny puddy punks, catchin' fillings I hit so many guts, call me gutter, I'm the bread and butter Punk motherfucker, I'll cut up, workin' from the gut up Brand new steady, heavy as a Chevy' Ready for the piddy-peddy, I'm Friddie-Freddie Place your bet on a vet, the three-man threat What you see is what you get We gonna break, we gonna bash We gonna roll, we gonna smash We gonna break, we gonna bash We gonna roll, we gonna smash Comin 'round your corner with my uptown bunch I bet your bottom dollar that you're bottom-buck chumps Give it up, it's a juice thing I'm steppin' for the rep and Wreckin all the rest and, weapon testin' on who's steppin' Ain't no bluff for the niggy nuff, for the rugged ruff stuff Nigga, if you're tough knuckle up (we gonna-) I'll cut your ass like class, then blast you by the trash After I laugh then I'll dash You can't handle the scandal of an uptown vandal Shootin up your toes makin' sandals Somebody told me that you owe me, but can't nobody hold me I do my dirt all by my lonely We gonna break, we gonna bash We gonna roll, we gonna smash We gonna break, we gonna bash We gonna roll, we gonna smash We gonna We gonna We gonna We gonna, we gonna We gonna, we gonna We gonna, we gonna We gonna, we gonna
Writer(s): Keir Gist, Anthony Shawn Criss, Vincent E. Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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