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Naughty By Nature - Wickedest Man Alive (feat. Queen Latifah)
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andy Schnitzer
Andy Schnitzer
Saxophone
Billy Squier
Billy Squier
Sampled Artist
Kay-Gee
Kay-Gee
DJ
Queen Latifah
Queen Latifah
Vocals
Treach
Treach
Vocals
Vin Rock
Vin Rock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keir Lamont Gist
Keir Lamont Gist
Songwriter
Anthony Shawn Criss
Anthony Shawn Criss
Songwriter
Dana Owens
Dana Owens
Songwriter
Vincent E. Brown
Vincent E. Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Naughty By Nature
Naughty By Nature
Producer
Angela Piva
Angela Piva
Recording Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Dae Bennett
Dae Bennett
Mixing Engineer
David Bellochio
David Bellochio
Assistant Recording Engineer
Todd Sheerian
Todd Sheerian
Assistant Recording Engineer

Letra

Mercifully, mercifully, mercifully massacre, Naughty By Nature Thru it ever time, comin at a dance My man Treacherous MC, go on, let the saxophone man play a little Make it lovely You got beef, well what we do, talk to the bunny, sunny He's the man, Bugs the thug wit the money Funny that you should mention as my family, they covered Wassup to my cousins and my sisters and my Warner Brothers Birds of a feather, flap and fold and be together No matter what your whatever, endeavour, find us better You mean he, she, them, him, those and others Let's kill two ducks in one, pluck, initiate the trouble For those who disagree, I maybe feel the need to front it Show me your whole entire crew, two shoes and I'ma run it Do you want it? Maybe so, but just know, we're rollin spreads You claim you want it but you need it just about as much as a hole in ya head This is a flow-er show, a product float a while ago Witta new swing, I think so, bring it, sing it, act like you know And if ya don't, you won't by the time this track is done Queen Latifah the sire, give 'em some, come Everytime they comin at the dance, what you know It's time for rum, man, yeah man Everytime they comin at the dance, what you know It's for jammin, g'yeah know? Everytime they come, you know they come without the flow Soon we have a single, they're the quickest out the door The wickedest man, the wickedest man in dancehall, well y'know I'm out for rum, COME! 118th Street keeps production, conjunction junction nothin Huh, what's your function? I don't mean to be blunt or front, true or rude How can he diss? Your honeydip looks like a honey dude So keep it to yourself, greedy when you're in good health So before you come and try the Treach, try yourself 'Cause I ain't havin it, remember act like you know And if ya can't act jack, you best find the door I hate to think a trade, I slot another, see ya gator A stam yada, PEACE!, sa-salamalikum later Yeah, you don't have a chance, but I see ya next This track is KayGee's baby and he named it "Def" I'm smokin in em, it's like chimneys, I ain't friendly Fuck your fendy, I'm swingin for your diet kidney Pimples are simple to pop, I want temple's op Then slop your rock wit more floppin than a waffle spot The wickedest man alive, I am what I am and I'm Damn good to be a no good, hooded by The wiggle in the middle, simple to party thumps They call me the wickedest man alive, make em jump Everytime they comin at the dance, what you know It's time for rum, man, yeah man Everytime they comin at the dance, what you know It's for jammin, g'yeah know? Everytime they come, you know they come without the flow Soon we have a single, they're the quickest out the door The wickedest man, the wickedest man in dancehall, well y'know I'm out for rum, COME! Gettin; it and hittin' wit it a old fashion weapon when you're slippin', I got time Try to stand and get rammed like a Stop sign The bad just got worse within one verse Put the shitty verse and reverse and this fella's first Wreckin' is second, so back wit'cha wacked disc For candle after candle and still couldn't wax this I be the wickedest while you're still the wackest I need wallpaper to list what your track miss This is a double decker from the head wrecker, neck and head checker Check the check and who's def? Who's left ya? Standin' back cannin' ya, plan ta stay back I'm down wit Kay's tracks, black, this is the payback, lay back, jack I have you every which way but loose, blowin your sound proof That's happenin' to me, your thanks for givin a neck noose This comes naturally, all day and night I make a party of all lefty's leave screamin out "Alright!" Talkin' bout needin' a lot more work than you had Twelve years, twelve hundred, twelve inches and sold one Who's gettin' done? Who's swifter? Who's badder? You be able to get down wit some help in a step ladder This is another song, we check out the style that I've Picked and rip, I be the wickedest man alive No rude bwoy, come test the sound of Treacherous MC Massacre Naughty By Nature, crew come flec, man, eaze up
Writer(s): Keir Gist, Anthony Shawn Criss, Vincent E. Brown, Queen Latifah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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