Naughty By Nature - Wicked Bounce lyrics

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Naughty By Nature - Wicked Bounce lyrics

[chorus 1] x 4 Don't f** with us Watch these n***as get wicked now Check it out [chorus 2] x 3 Put em up What what Put em up what what [chorus 1] [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 n***a what, i'll beat your bu*t You n***as 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 bullsh** 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 sh** with n***as cuz you continually sleep Don't creep [chorus 1] x 4 [chorus 2] x 3 [chorus 1] [treach] Dun dun dun dun dun dirty the motherf**er with them j**els on Did the dirt, turn the news on n***a left layin with his shoes on With every clue gone You actin nervous, what'd you do wrong? n***a 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 sh** And don't play that shorty sh** 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 motherf**er you on my side What you gonna do wanna do talkin all the drunk talk At least you'll die high [chorus 1] x 4 [chorus 2] x 3 [chorus 1] [vinnie] Just look don't touch, just tip my b**h Cuz things get crazy now Punk motherf**er gonna pay me now Got busy got forty got fam got (?) got jet got slash Diesel do, take apart that a** Got another motherf**er 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 n***a uncle vinnie What with k boogie on the break release The beat don't cease til we double f**in platinum apiece Hands touched [chorus 1] x 4 [chorus 2] x 3 [chorus 1]