Wicked bounce lyrics

Artist  : Naughty by nature 
Song : Wicked bounce
 

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Don`t fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now
Check it out  
 
[Chorus 2] X 3
Put em up 
What What
Put em up what what
 
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[Vinnie]
Well here`s a shot out to all those who think
that we slipped
Doing this ever since 165, North 15th breakdancin
with slick
Nigga what, I`ll beat your butt
You niggas on a beef or what
And if I gotta go deep I`ll cut
And if you try to face this
The Naughty by the Nature gonna lace this
Track, we be the cream of the pack
Don`t come up in my face with bullshit cuz you`re
bound to get slapped
And then we`ll take it to a level where you`re
gonna get clapped
And then we`ll all be up in court, I don`t got
time for that
Cuz I`m, one third, naughty
Look into my eyes yeah you know me
Ain`t nobody pimpin like us three
Call us masters, o.p.p
And when I draw the line don`t get in the way,
I`m paper chasin
Or I`ll be cuttin you off like Friday the 13th
and I`m Jason
Single don`t mingle with ladies hearts I`m a
thief
I`m not a virgin but Virgo birthday September
17th
And don`t ask me for favors cuz it`ll be just
like pullin teeth
I`m on some new shit with niggas cuz you
continually sleep
Don`t creep
 
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[Treach]
Dun dun dun dun dun dirty the motherfucker with
them jewels on
Did the dirt, turn the news on
Nigga left layin with his shoes on
With every clue gone
You actin nervous, what`d you do wrong?
Nigga lookin shady, all fakey all quiet
Ah forget about it when the feud`s on
Now wha-what what put em up that`s what the party
get
I bartend on some naughty shit
And don`t play that shorty shit
We hittin and kickin like (?)
Shakin like (?) chicken like pick pick pick
pickin the town
Dickin em down, pickin a hoe, give em a show, the
rigamarole
So, if you ever gone report you seen my tribe
I best to pray you got nine lives because your
goddamn eyes lied
(...?...) that`s 25 lines motherfucker you on my
side
What you gonna do wanna do talkin all the drunk
talk
At least you`ll die high
 
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[Vinnie]
Just look don`t touch, just tip my bitch
Cuz things get crazy now
Punk motherfucker gonna pay me now
Got busy got forty got fam got (?) got jet got
slash
Diesel do, take apart that ass
Got another motherfucker get cash fast
Did dash smash, who you fought last, him or me?
Them or we? Get Hennessy, you memory
Treachery, and to the right of me, it`s that
nigga uncle Vinnie
What with K Boogie on the break release
The beat don`t cease til we double fuckin
platinum apiece
Hands touched
 
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