It`s workin` lyrics

Artist  : Naughty by nature 
Song : It`s workin`
 

CHORUS
It`s workin`, It`s workin`
Party people if you`re ready to rock let me hear
you scream!

I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets, we reign
and we pop, and daily
routine sweeps.
It`s the fanatic, can`t kick the habit, so there
you have it, I`m a
addict.
When I`m near the mike I gots to grab it. Rip the
system to shreds, grab
the braids in my head.
Everybody get lifted, remember the rhyme said.
This is your introduction
to the new episode.
With the Double I countin` down to explode.
Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more,
livin` rotten to the
core
everybody to the right, cause all I got left is
my flow. 
I`m floatin` with Boogie Beat fishin` in a record
ocean. Uh oh, I guess
it`s going` down, not now, right now.
So I got down with the git down for Illtown. 
Figure it`s the fine
fanny,
I miss my mammy.
And you could ask my uncle Randy, I`m grateful
for my granny nanny
that`s
my mother`s mammy.  Two tittle brothers with
different fathers but we`re
still family. 
Forget how rough I had it, let`s see how smooth
it gets. Cuz I might
wind
up doing that same old cruddy shit.
Like clockin`, sellin` rocks in my neighborhood. 
Back cockin`,
buckshottin`, your ass is shot.

CHORUS
It`s workin`, It`s workin`
Party people if you`re ready to rock let me hear
you scream!

Can you chill a can can you spill a can can you
kill a can I know I can
I
know I can I know I can can an American a
Republican tucking with this
African can from this kian land I know I can It`s
a war wick wick wick
wack that`s Dionne Dionne should have predicted
her quick trip and
Stayed
cool like fuckin` freon Or get frozen for eons
and beyond bein` the
unbelievable bastard I be Well belive that shit`s
some be on Settle the
score check Melba needs Moore since now she poor
looks to get richer by
puttin` rap up in the picture I`ll fix ya
backwards blindfold step
KLICKOW` Your ass like Calvin so butts get kicked
now forgive the enemy
be
a friend of me you teach but forgivin` ain`t seem
my music crushed in
the
streets preach love practice hate break tapes and
chatterin` Streaks on
your structure Stain your whole establishment
let`s get specific style
that`s horiorific twisted plus terrific with a
tongue that`s terroristic
we`ll lift it then shift it brandish the biscuit
finish you nitwit
cancel
Christmas won`t stop this slick shit
CHORUS
It`s workin`, It`s workin`
Party people if you`re ready to rock let me hear
you scream!

time to do sit up I`m a loose nut watch crews get
cut bring it to my
illtown grounds and lose your butts but whaqt is
the matter matter
of fact I don`t wanna hear you talk so close your
trap

Suckers get interslit like splinters for the
winter see Dolores sucka
truck I shoula told you Large Marge sent her two
chocolates away from
being sloppy in bunches with no lunches step with
the punches and try
some
butt crunches get your hands clappin front and
the back and keep a cool
head for all my swingers packin attackin` back in
the motherfuckin`
house
done travelled a milion miles and I`m still
kickin` styles backsnack
taht
ass back now how`s about that? you feel about as
shitty as a baby`s
unwiped ass crack I`ll crack a bat dead on the
back black and leave you
layin` there flat as a flapjack

We ain`t friends to the end I blasted Chuckie
after this instead of beef
you`ll be givin me chicken at Kentucky lackin`
lucky so worlds fear
these
and there`ll be no more you Ooh! ooh! like no
world`s series

Never a fad and madder than mad and radical rude
rottin` razxkal kid man
what`s happenin`? check the skills on the real
it`s best to chill don`t
be
caught in the down the hill ordeal it`s ill

man this shit is deep huh! I`m goin` deep
undercover like a muhfucker
way
beneath the sheets full blows get thrown to the
upper dome and continue
to
go on until you`re up and gone

When we spot a block knok no tellin` where the
rest will go hustle with
my
friends straight ballin` like testicles bowlin
for dollars rollin` for
hours rappers the pin strike is my friend they be
took out in groups of
ten 

scoopin` change you`ll be like "Who`s that
group again?" on the ground
with no sound with just boots and chins yeah and
ya don`t stop lust
check
out us Illtown niggaz rock