Slang bang lyrics

Artist  : Naughty by nature 
Song : Slang bang
 

Intro: Vin Rock, Treach

Hup, yeah               Guess who`s back?
Hup, hup, Naughty By Nature`s in the house       
Guess who`s back?
settin off the 19Naughty4/ Naughty5 flavour      
   Guess who`s back?
Word up, this is how we do things                
     Guess who`s back?
Uhh

Hook: (x2)

Cos it`s a slang bang thang
Slang bang, it`s a slang bang thang, a slang bang
thang

Verse 1: Vin Rock, Treach

Hup
Get up, get up but don`t push me
cos I ain`t mooshy mooshy, you can`t mash me
You chocolate bastard with your smile, your face
looks ashy

Sendin detrip witta free trip to blast out outer
See this, cos I`m that nigga that`ll leave you
ass out like G-strings

Meanin I`m fienin, your heart trips when it stay
at work
So fuck fear you fear-fuck, one jerk I`ll make
your head hurt

The punani, they`re making pairs perk, who`ll
dare flirt
I get kitty`s from your city, just near where
your mans work

I be on that ass like ol` mole, turnin your whole
show slow-mo
Cos you`re too good to corroso

I`m on and off so you know my shit ain`t partial
Pardon me, packin arsenals, takin knees and
nostrils

Our style is savagery, you try to be the badder G
You ain`t even the man, you just the filling,
where`s the cavity?
Father be grabbin it, gravity, have the gravity
grabbin
Actually after we nigga naturally have to meet

Hook (x4)

Verse 2: Treach

One check to the chin and you`ll be bust quicker
than liquor
Aw shit, pop her chain and lock her rock, a city
slicker
Slick a rhyme, kick or vick her, knock her
without a popper
I take the cake, took the chain but left the lock
up
Love me or leave me, hate me or like me
Might be gettin feisty, fuck yeah I`m sheisty
Shit yeah, I fit there, *?sqwin?* your shit wear
You`re a trick until you niggered me a bitch
without liquid
Some thank me for puttin the hanky in panky
Slappin stanky like lightning, stickin Yankees
like Benjamin Franky
Fuck buyin kitty cases and city lights
Just give my loot, get your licks and get all the
high titties right
But then I`m into what you bitches is sayin
So I wasn`t really feelin on her ass, I was just
massagin her brain
The objects that I learned from the projects
Try Treach I bet, and get your throat choked like
my necks

Hook (x2)

Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock

My mind thinks right, ????, pick snipes, don`t
pluck, I`ll fuck your finger
At any *?prejudice Presley?*, now I got more
snipes than Wesley

Test me, touch me and lay next to the rest of the
best
The rusty monks or ???? who tried to fuck me
But see this is where I BOOM and ZOOM
Just drive a line like a cartoonist on some SOON
shit

Adidas couldn`t read us so they freed us
Then we tried Reebok from a cheater, succeeded
then got weeded
Oh Anna, rip of some grandma`s, no my Grandma
from Santa Ana
To Atlanta where cops ain`t a-feared and niggas
wear `dannas
Now tell ya lady that I`m crazy when I`m summin
There`s a party and I`m out and guess who`s comin

Hook (x4)

Outro: Vin Rock, Treach

Hup, hup, yeah niggas  

It`s all about a slang bang
Doin this shit lyrically on wax
and gettin paid for it
Word up, we don`t care where you`re from
Everybody can get down with the slang bang
We doin "rhyme-bys" on record
Hahahaha, wooweeeeee........