Intro: Vin Rock, Treach
Hup, yeah Guess who's back?
Hup, hup, Naughty By Nature's in the house Guess who's back?
settin off the 19Naughty4/ Naughty5 flavour Guess who's back?
Word up, this is how we do things Guess who's back?
Uhh
Hook: (x2)
Cos it's a slang bang thang
Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
Verse 1: Vin Rock, Treach
Hup
Get up, get up but don't push me
cos I ain't mooshy mooshy, you can't mash me
You chocolate ba*tard with your smile, your face looks ashy
Sendin detrip witta free trip to blast out outer
See this, cos I'm that n***a that'll leave you a** out like G-strings
Meanin I'm fienin, your heart trips when it stay at work
So f** fear you fear-f**, one jerk I'll make your head hurt
The punani, they're making pairs perk, who'll dare flirt
I get kitty's from your city, just near where your mans work
I be on that a** like ol' mole, turnin your whole show slow-mo
Cos you're too good to corroso
I'm on and off so you know my sh** ain't partial
Pardon me, packin arsenals, takin knees and nostrils
Our style is savagery, you try to be the badder G
You ain't even the man, you just the filling, where's the cavity?
Father be grabbin it, gravity, have the gravity grabbin
Actually after we n***a naturally have to meet
Hook (x4)
Verse 2: Treach
One check to the chin and you'll be bust quicker than liquor
Aw sh**, pop her chain and lock her rock, a city slicker
Slick a rhyme, kick or vick her, knock her without a popper
I take the cake, took the chain but left the lock up
Love me or leave me, hate me or like me
Might be gettin feisty, f** yeah I'm sheisty
sh** yeah, I fit there, *?sqwin?* your sh** wear
You're a trick until you n******ged me a b**h without liquid
Some thank me for puttin the hanky in panky
Slappin stanky like lightning, stickin Yankees like Benjamin Franky
f** buyin kitty cases and city lights
Just give my loot, get your licks and get all the high titties right
But then I'm into what you b**hes is sayin
So I wasn't really feelin on her a**, I was just ma**agin her brain
The objects that I learned from the projects
Try Treach I bet, and get your throat choked like my necks
Hook (x2)
Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock
My mind thinks right, ????, pick snipes, don't pluck, I'll f** your finger
At any *?prejudice Presley?*, now I got more snipes than Wesley
Test me, touch me and lay next to the rest of the best
The rusty monks or ???? who tried to f** me
But see this is where I BOOM and ZOOM
Just drive a line like a cartoonist on some SOON sh**
Adidas couldn't read us so they freed us
Then we tried Reebok from a cheater, succeeded then got weeded
Oh Anna, rip of some grandma's, no my Grandma from Santa Ana
To Atlanta where cops ain't a-feared and n***as wear 'dannas
Now tell ya lady that I'm crazy when I'm summin
There's a party and I'm out and guess who's comin
Hook (x4)
Outro: Vin Rock, Treach
Hup, hup, yeah n***as
It's all about a slang bang
Doin this sh** lyrically on wax
and gettin paid for it
Word up, we don't care where you're from
Everybody can get down with the slang bang
We doin "rhyme-bys" on record
Hahahaha, wooweeeeee........