Naughty By Nature

Klickow Klickow Lyrics

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  • Gist
  • Keir/criss
  • Anthony/brown
  • Vincent Vinnie/bonner
  • Leroy/jones
  • Marshall/middlebrooks
  • Ralph/morrison
  • Walter Junie/napier
  • Norman Bruce/noland
  • Andrew/pierce
  • Marvin R./webster
  • Gregory Allen
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Naughty By Nature - Klickow Klickow lyrics

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 couldnt even wax that dirty bitch
So wassup yall?
(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 eryday then I must go
Ugh, this is everyday all day, lets all say
Pluckin enough and roughin em up and fuckin em up always
Bet, lets 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
Its no slow way to go, bolos I throw or sold
Lets 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? *
Im bad as they come, chum, straight up ricochet rap style
To vin rock and kaygee, Im 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 it's cravin is icecream
Im too trucked to be fucked and too live, otherwise
Ya drive bys 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
Itll 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

Interlude:

Yo, Im 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 aint livin loss
I wouldn't just give a fuck, cos givin is free and my fucks 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 Im 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 Im flowin wit it
So I wont 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
Ill 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
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Who you bashin? I go blast in broad daylight
You stand hard, you look hard, yeah, your figures 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 Im turnin tries into oh ohs and hell nos
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
Ill 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

Interlude:

Yeah, vin rock, backbone of naughty by nature, yknowimsayin?
(strike a nerve)
That's right, so everybody sleepin on the up, stay off of my dick
(strike a nerve)
Were gonna stomp this time around, word up
(strike a nerve)

Verse 3: treach, vin rock

Look whos mothers 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 caesars, still I bet I get mine
I heard your girls havin a baby, now will what she have?
A bag of dope, a bottle, or crack, or a sess bag
There aint a part of me with sorry written on it, slick
You couldnt rock a crooked cradle, you fuckin prick
The way I rock could shit, you just often like it
My styles so fat I had to throw it on a water diet
Bullshit ya not, I aint 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
Youre 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 bitchs 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
Ima take you ? ? ? ? ? where good shits meant to be
I rock a rhyme thatll 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)
Its just what the fuck Im talkin bout
I say one thing and your whole crews 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 horses mouth
Mr. eds 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 couldnt get it hard if the eyes were on broad street

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