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Naughty By Nature
UPTOWN ANTHEM
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UPTOWN ANTHEM,
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Verse one: treach
Hey, you could smoke a spliff with a cliff
but there's still no mountain hiiiigh enough, or wide enough to touch
the naughty nappy nasty nigga the nasty trashy hoe happy pappy
that's happi to be nappi
me and vin rock when spots hit flocks
and groups and troops with timbo boots and jail suits
that's how i'm rollin my hair-do don't
win i will i got wantin competition ain't dope
beat ya break ya broke ya smoke ya take ya
send you to your little group on mute, sooner or later
when wanna flip, tell em full semi half with a dip
and all that other ringling brothers shit
sporty naughty hi bye greater than nature while i
shin slam the flim flim and then jam
you can run but you can't hide, you can't go far
no matter where you go, there you are
Chorus: repeat 2x
We gonna break, we gonna bash
we gonna roll, we gonna smash
Verse two: treach, vinnie
Here we go yo
hit a nigga kill a nigga will come back
see a sucker stretch a sucker guard your naps
cussin wasn't nothin til a black man rapped
see a forty suck a forty guess who's back
You're chillin with a teddy fillin villian
steppin to the puny puddy punks catchin fillings
i hit so many guts, call me gutter, i'm the bread and butter
punk motherfucker i'll cut up, workin from the gut up
brand new steady, heavy as a chevy
ready for the piddy peddy, i'm friddie freddie
place your bet on a vet, the three man threat
what you see is what you get
Chorus
Verse three: treach
Comin round your corner with my uptown bunch
i bet your bottom dollar that you're bottom buck chumps
give it up, it's a juice thing i'm steppin for the rep and
wreckin all the rest and, weapon testin on who's steppin
ain't no bluff for the niggy nuff, for the rugged ruff stuff
nigga if you're tough knuckle up
i'll cut your ass like class, then blast you by the trash
after i laugh then i'll dash
you can't handle the scandal of an uptown vandal
shootin up your toes makin sandals
somebody told me that you owe me, but can't nobody hold me
i do my dirt all by my lonely
Chorus
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Verse one: treach Hey, you could smoke a spliff with a cliff but there's still no mountain hiiiigh enough, or wide enough to touch the naughty nappy nasty nigga the nasty trashy hoe happy pappy that's happi to be nappi me and vin rock when spots hit flocks and groups and troops with timbo boots and jail suits that's how i'm rollin my hair-do don't win i will i got wantin competition ain't dope beat ya break ya broke ya smoke ya take ya send you to your little group on mute, sooner or later when wanna flip, tell em full semi half with a dip and all that other ringling brothers shit sporty naughty hi bye greater than nature while i shin slam the flim flim and then jam you can run but you can't hide, you can't go far no matter where you go, there you are Chorus: repeat 2x We gonna break, we gonna bash we gonna roll, we gonna smash Verse two: treach, vinnie Here we go yo hit a nigga kill a nigga will come back see a sucker stretch a sucker guard your naps cussin wasn't nothin til a black man rapped see a forty suck a forty guess who's back You're chillin with a teddy fillin villian steppin to the puny puddy punks catchin fillings i hit so many guts, call me gutter, i'm the bread and butter punk motherfucker i'll cut up, workin from the gut up brand new steady, heavy as a chevy ready for the piddy peddy, i'm friddie freddie place your bet on a vet, the three man threat what you see is what you get Chorus Verse three: treach Comin round your corner with my uptown bunch i bet your bottom dollar that you're bottom buck chumps give it up, it's a juice thing i'm steppin for the rep and wreckin all the rest and, weapon testin on who's steppin ain't no bluff for the niggy nuff, for the rugged ruff stuff nigga if you're tough knuckle up i'll cut your ass like class, then blast you by the trash after i laugh then i'll dash you can't handle the scandal of an uptown vandal shootin up your toes makin sandals somebody told me that you owe me, but can't nobody hold me i do my dirt all by my lonely Chorus
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