Naughty By Nature - Ring the alarm
Tekst :
[Chorus x2]
Ring the alarm
Jersey bring the bitch out the bastards
Woah yeah
We get cash in wit bass D.O.A.
You ll find that higher Brick City D.O.A.
[Verse 1]
It just ain t yo time yet, and you still claimin rhyme vet
Criticise us when yo bitch ass ain t even signed yet
Instincts is mental, some bitch stinkin gentle
Go reshine yo symbol and rethink yo demo
If fifth was a fifth we d both be drunk
And if it hurt my shit he d be dead in the trunk
Fuck the funk, pass the puck
And parade on Upper Lassgate
The charge in the city is still perform for Petacky
In that case it must be Naughty for life
Shout out to all my niggas doin 20 to life
I trust fools about as far as I can see you tricks
So fuck you wit 2, think quick I don t need you jinx (Ha!)
CHORUS x2 [Replace Jersey with Westside on repeat]
[Verse 2]
Spoke the mic and let you kiss of death
Smokin MCs before they have a chance to take one breath
I got the shit to blow right through yo vest
Any nigga thinkin they wanna step 2 this, jump and test
Naughty s been known for bringin major niggas max of stress
Never want us in yo party cos we crack yo set
Little juvenile delinquent gets a classic vet
Somebody come and grab yo child before I snap his neck
Uuh! Yeah! You motherfuckers disgrace me
I ll make money but the money don t make me
Niggas like you be always actin so flakey
Chess while you runnin round yo hood, don t shake ya
Crowd puts it down on the level above
It s international called Illtown love
Witness this motherfucker just turn the mic on
I spit this shit from my bitches who get they dyke on, rap pawns
CHORUS x2 [Replace Jersey with Midwest on repeat]
[Verse 3]
Jerry taps some more caps, ooh where you goin
Reapin in somebody half six in the mornin
Whoo, and the rollin deep with they gat in they hand
With they wars canine, and they batterin rams
Somebody that got them mad
Bitch rollin through the front fence, strollin through my back
If Vin move the llello, continue to lay low
You try to fuck me now you ve been doe rubbin day hoe
Could ve been on the payroll, but you wanna play bro
So muthafuck you and tell the captain I say so
I ll show you the master you dick writin bastard
My lawyer s so good, she gonna be workin in Alaska
CHORUS x2 [Replace Jersey with Eastside on repeat]
Naughty By Nature - Thugs & hustlers
Tekst :
[Intro: (Mag)]
Aw shit! Here we go!
Aw there go my niggas over there!
Yeah there go my thugs over there!
There go them bitches over there!
Look out for shots for my real niggas!
[Chorus:]
Where my thugs where my hustlers at?
Where my thugs where my hustlers at? Say what?
Where my thugs where my hustlers at?
Where my thuss where my hustlers at? Say what?
The Henny s in me, you can t change that
Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at?
Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
The Henny s in me, you can t change that
Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at?
Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
[Mag]
Now why should locs give a fuck?
What? Nigga my mental s stuck
I gotta be dirty damn near all the time, strapped the fuck up
Post the fuck up, Smoked the fuck up, locced the fuck up
When the po po come we don t choke the fuck up, punk
Bitch ass niggas know they can t run with me
Real ass niggas they get it done with me
Because they want with me
Ha, it s just the low life I live
Shit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done died
My head stays busted
All motherfuckin day, off that Henny blessed with Alhezay
Hey, what, gangstafied, bout it bout it til I die nigga
Bounce to this and if you dig it press rewind
[Treach]
See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin and stealin
While my hustlers do the bankin and the dealin for millions
My pimps be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and illin
My gangsta thugs on this club on the motherfuckin realin
See, some motherfuckers got loot to get
It s just some motherfuckers can t shoot for shit
So my hustlers call my thugs for the slugs for the hit
And yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop like a six
Came from east to the west playin steelo with Beelow
Niggas fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the kilos
So we took every jewel that he just bought from Tito
Then Beelow rolled him through the desert
Left him bleedin in Reno, without a C-note
A section or a solid to sell it
Ain t married fuck a ring, save the carats for rabbits
Cuz a pimp and a thug and a hustler know
You trick your grip, the bitch got rich and you s the hoe, woah
[Chorus]
[Krayzie Bone]
You see them packin niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud
Ain t no security at the door so they ain t even get touched
Now they better tear this motherfucker up
If you one of them niggas, us
Straight to the parkin, lift them nigga what
We all thugged out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots
Just watchin all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewels
Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain t hatin nigga we hungry
And we ll rob your ass with the quickness if you show me the money
Call it whatever my nigga but I call it being a thug and a hustler
And you gotta have the nuts to be both
And I gotta roll with the raws
And get with the steady regardless
Fuck, how much your bitch and how many niggas you with
See we the ones that like to crash the party
Drink all the forties up and disrespect every nigga in there
Cuz we don t give a fuck (we don t)
Just cuz I be rappin and all my records went platinum
Don t exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug Mentality
But I know some niggas be fakin themselves
That s cuz they hoes
And when they get caught up in confrontations they be scared as hell
Ain t nothin wrong with bein a thug, but y all got to keep it real
So don t you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you live
Now I dedicate this to my real strugglers
Make em feel ya, fuck makin em love ya
And y all gon learn, them thugs and hustlers
Hustlers, hustlers
Naughty By Nature - Ghetto bastard
Tekst :
Smooth it out
This is a story about a drifter
Who waited for the worst while the best live cross town
Who never planned on having someday
Why me huh?!
Some get a little and some get none
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
I was one who never had and always mad
Never knew my dad motherfuck the fag
Well anyway I did pick up lift and click up
See many stick ups cos niggas had the trigger hick-ups
I couldn t get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
My mother couldn t afford us all, she had to throw me out
I walked the strip, with just a clip, who wanna hit
Thank God I m quick, I had to eat this money as good as spent
A do in braids, I wasn t paid enough
I kept em long cause I couldn t afford a hair-cut
I got laughed at, I got jumped, I got dissed
I got upset, I got a tick and a banana clip
With down the flow, don t let them any dealin tackhead
A celebate rope, so a lotta good it woulda did
Or done, if not bad luck I would have none
Why did I have to live the life of such a bad one
Why when I was a kid and played I was the sad one
And always wanted to live like this or that one
Chorus
A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
Livin in the slums with bums I said now why Treach
Do I have to be like this, mama said I m priceless
So I am, I m worthless, starvin , that s just what being nice gets
Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then though
To stop the hell, I woulda ended things a while ago
I ain t have jack, but a black hat and knap-sack
War scars, stolen cars and a blackjack
Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give
Say something positive, well positive ain t where I live
I live right around the corner from west hell
Two blocks from south shit, and once in a jail cell
The sun never shine on my side of the street see
And only once or twice a week I would speak
I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home
I couldn t keep a girl, they wanted kids and cars with chrome
Some life, if you ain t wearin gold, your style was old
And you got more juice and dope for every bottle sold
Hell no, I say there s gotta be a better way
But hey, never gamble in a game that you can t play
I m gonna flaunt it, gonna know when, know when and not now
How will I do it, how will I make it, I won t, that s how
Why me huh
Chorus
My third year to adulthood, still a knucklehead
I m better off dead, huh, that s what my neighbor said
I don t do jack but fightin lightin up the streets at night
Playing hide-and-seek with a machete, sets of Freddie s spikes
Some say I m all in all, nothing but a dog now
I answer that with a fuck you and a bow-wow
Cause I done been through more shit within the last week
Than the fly flowin in doo-doo on a concrete
I ve been a dead beat, dead to the world and dead wrong
Since I was born, that s my life, oh you don t know this song
So don t say jack, and please don t say you understand
All that man-to-man talk can walk, damn
If you ain t live it, you couldn t feel, so fill it skillet
All that talk about it won t help it out, now will it
In Illtown, feel like you stuck up, propped, and shot
Don t worry, he got hit by a flurry and this punk ass dropped
But I m the one who has been labaled as an outcast
They teach in school some of the misfits I will outlast
But that s cool, with the fool smack im backwards
That s what you get when you re fuckin with the ghetto bastard
If you ain t never been to the ghetto
Don t ever come to the ghetto
Cause you wouldn t understand the ghetto
So stay the fuck out of the ghetto
Why me, Why me