Naughty By Nature

Naughty By Nature - Strike A Nerve lyrics

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Intro: Vin Rock

(Strike a nerve)

Yo bitch, it was some bitch in a seminar

talkin bout you had to get up early to wax this

(Strike a nerve)

Them other motherfuckers said you couldn't even wax that dirty bitch

So wassup y'all?

(Strike a nerve)

Verse 1: Treach

I get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the fuck up, ho"

Shit, shaved, and bathed e'ryday then I must go

Ugh, this is Everyday All Day, let's all say

Pluckin enough and roughin em up and fuckin em up always

Bet, let's talk about a back flash, ya jackass

That fast you flash witta match, your fast rap

And even though you didn't know me before the flow solo

It's no slow way to go, bolos I throw or sold

Let's pick a bitch to pick with, peekaboo

I see you thru your crew, now whatchu wanna do?

After that, caps off to the black frost

My pants always sag cos I rap my ass off (Oooooh)

You wanna talk about a badboy *?sanchoi?*

I'm bad as they come, chum, straight up ricochet rap style

To Vin Rock and KayGee, I'm the baby

Droppin the ladies, cravin ya maybe, I have the right to be lazy

Got more stretch to my swing and the stretch of a chicken wing

The flavor is bacon and its cravin is icecream

I'm too trucked to be fucked and too live, otherwise

Ya drive by's smuffler, word to the mother, my brother eyed

Runnin and comin, drama starin wit a stellar

I need so many lumps, I'll use your head as a braille book

Many friends ships ink, quick, fast

It'll take a dollar worth of gas to outlast your little tired ass

You tried to swing this way, you little swifty

(Ha ha ha, slum bitches still miss me)

I do the dumpin, humpin, clappin like thunder

and that's comin from a land down under


Yo, I'm sick of dis shit, man

Niggas tryin to cut, they rocks none (Strike a nerve)

Yo, they tryin to make us drop, Vin Rock sayin he don't rock enough

Yo kick that shit

Verse 2: Vin Rock

Prepare for the worst, cos I ain't livin loss

I wouldn't just give a fuck, cos givin is free and my fuck's cost

????? your loss in The Source, cos I know no way

I been there before, maybe 5-6 times a day

Sometimes I put my hands on my head when I'm done, from

and wondered to myself where did dat def shit come from?

And then I think about the Naughty and the Nature in it

and then the Flavor then the figures while I'm flowin wit it

So I won't give up, stop, stall, quit, ya kitten

You can't touch this, fuck what them throats written

I got tracks, better known as snaps, far forbidden

And the warm do, I know, I know how to make ya feel it

I'll take a head, I'll make ya spread and now lay back

I tell you once, I tell you twice, Vinnie don't play that (You don't?)

So don't start, there will be none is the lesson, folks

I hate cigarettes but my Smith & Wessun smokes

>From anywhere, from any corner, anytime that's right

Who you bashin? I go blast in broad daylight

You stand hard, you look hard, yeah, your figure's soft

I got nuff props from buckshots that niggas caught

Ya say you can't go to the takin me out close

Huh, in that case, you shoulda named your album "Almost"

I wouldn't rely on the try if I was you, yo

Cos I'm turnin tries into "oh oh's" and "hell no's"

I wouldn't be caught dead witchu up in tryin it

And if I was goin, I get my stiff ass up and rip shit

I can't go out like a wooden sock with padlocks

I'll leave tacks tiny and slimy like snot spots

I write a day, to me, it's a common caper

Say so much shit, huh, I write my rhymes on toilet paper


Yeah, Vin Rock, backbone of Naughty By Nature, y'knowI'msayin?

(Strike a nerve)

That's right, so everybody sleepin on the up, stay off of my dick

(Strike a nerve)

We're gonna stomp this time around, word up

(Strike a nerve)

Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock

Look who's mother's in the studio, thirty sons and daughters

Mrs. Happy Thing is in the back catchin quarters

Come and try to run wit it, never in a lifetime

Thirty ????? could act at Caesar's, still I bet I get mine

I heard your girl's havin a baby, now will what she have?

A bag of dope, a bottle, or crack, or a sess bag

There ain't a part of me with 'sorry' written on it, slick

You couldn't rock a crooked cradle, you fuckin prick

The way I rock could shit, you just often like it

My style's so fat I had to throw it on a water diet

Bullshit ya not, I ain't the type to be fuckin with

Wreckin with, and if I mic attest it, I'll be neckin it

Onslaught at an encore, you stinkin rat

You're so dumb you tried to buy a fuckin thinkin cap

Now that tells us in a sec right where your head is at

In between some bitch's legs, lookin ass and lap

My name is Treach, remember this and don't you ever 'fess

That's a shame, I get two minutes just to say "Next!"

Fuck who follows you, you and them could help each other

I treat you both like any other motherfuckin runner

This is the Flavor, tasty although sugar-free

So have a Coke, have a smile and have a booger, G

(Why?) Cos you don't mean shit to me

I'ma take you ????? where good shit's meant to be

I rock a rhyme that'll be a straight up def track

Droppin more shit than white castles and neck slacks

A studio to me is just a chance to rock, G

I rock and rock, god damn, call me VinRocky (ha ha)

It's just what the fuck I'm talkin bout

I say one thing and your whole crew's walkin out

So do the lyric here, this is one lyric less

If I were you, I'd take and throw em on his fuckin neck

Something that flow should come straight from the horse's mouth

Mr. Ed's dead so his ass is the best way out

Shit man for hire, this hitman is the law

I run more tracks than a San Francisco trolley car

Prepare for the win-te, oh yeah

I could write your fuckin album and you'll soon be the last one there

I start to heat up and rip shit in one, see

You couldn't get it hard if the eyes were on Broad Street

So don't you ever never tell me I'm not good enough

I got more stuff than a teddy bear, from ass to gut

This is a solid you could never outlast

If bullshit was worth a dime, you'd have a job in a cow's ass

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