Naughty By Nature Wicked Bounce Lyrics:
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Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now
Check it out

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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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Lyrics: Wicked Bounce, Naughty By Nature [end]