Naughty By Nature - Strike A Nerve lyrics

[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**