[Intro: Vin Rock]
(Strike a nerve)
Yo b**h, it was some b**h in a seminar
talkin bout you had to get up early to wax this
(Strike a nerve)
Them other motherf**ers said you couldn't even wax that dirty b**h
So wa**up y'all?
(Strike a nerve)
[Verse 1: Treach]
I get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the f** up, ho"
sh**, 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 f**in em up always
Bet, let's talk about a back flash, ya jacka**
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 b**h 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 a** 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 f**ed 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 a**
You tried to swing this way, you little swifty
(Ha ha ha, slum b**hes still miss me)
I do the dumpin, humpin, clappin like thunder
and that's comin from a land down under
[Interlude:]
Yo, I'm sick of dis sh**, man
n***as 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 sh**
[Verse 2: Vin Rock]
Prepare for the worst, cos I ain't livin loss
I wouldn't just give a f**, cos givin is free and my f**'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 sh** 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, f** 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 n***as 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 a** up and rip sh**
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 sh**, huh, I write my rhymes on toilet paper
[Interlude:]
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 f**in prick
The way I rock could sh**, you just often like it
My style's so fat I had to throw it on a water diet
Bullsh** ya not, I ain't the type to be f**in 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 f**in thinkin cap
Now that tells us in a sec right where your head is at
In between some b**h's legs, lookin a** 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!"
f** who follows you, you and them could help each other
I treat you both like any other motherf**in 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 sh** to me
I'ma take you ????? where good sh**'s meant to be
I rock a rhyme that'll be a straight up def track
Droppin more sh** 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 f** 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 f**in neck
Something that flow should come straight from the horse's mouth
Mr. Ed's dead so his a** is the best way out
sh** 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 f**in album and you'll soon be the last one there
I start to heat up and rip sh** 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 a** to gut
This is a solid you could never outlast
If bullsh** was worth a dime, you'd have a job in a cow's a**