Naughty by Nature Holdin’ Fort Lyrics

Poverty’s Paradise Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro Skit
  • 2 Poverty’s Paradise
  • 3 Clap Yo Hands
  • 4 City of Ci‐Lo
  • 5 Hang Out and Hustle
  • 6 It’s Workin’
  • 7 Holdin’ Fort
  • 8 Chain Remains
  • 9 Feel Me Flow
  • 10 Craziest
  • 11 Radio Skit
  • 12 Sunshine
  • 13 Webber (skit)
  • 14 Respect Due
  • 15 World Go Round
  • 16 Klickow‐Klickow
  • 17 Double I (skit)
  • 18 Slang Bang
  • 19 Shout Out
  • 20 Outro
  • 21 Connections
  • Oh, oh hell yeah
    (police sirens, car screeches)

    (Alright we don't want any problems here. y'all just break it up) Five-0
    (Just, just) Say what? (go on home)
    (We don't want to take anybody in. We don't want to give any citations
    I ain't going nowhere, I ain't going nowhere
    (just, go on home and turn down that music)
    **** that we having fun (Turn, I want the music turned off)
    Ain't nobody doing nothing, ain't nobody doing nothing (right now!)

    From stank booties wit cooties
    The finest head is hoochie's
    Bunta, change your name from Kunta
    Still wouldn't do that **** that you say, who play

    With that hoopla hooray, who say? What? Who try?
    You lie where you try you want ta see your whole damn crew fry
    The moral of the story, *****s handling it
    Crooked cops want to run us out but we ain't abandoning ****

    'Cause we from 1-1-8 wit a slum of crazy
    *****s wit sawn offs, tre-8's, plus nine millimetres wait!
    You don't want to start a riot
    'Cause they won't jack ****, get quiet til half the ****ing force is fired

    Done em boys now dem unemployed
    See them on Orange Street looking ta get broke fiending in dope, looking to
    Get corduroy
    Boy the son of Tory, a tray hot hole

    She play that model like a throttle to waddle a bottle
    Stop that crooked cop **** is the topic
    We're coming, **** a summons, so long as Illtown rocks it, you can't stop it

    Now who's these ************s in our neighborhood?
    Just pound the sound don't worry now 'cause they found Illtown
    Now who's these ************s in our neighborhood?
    Just pound the sound, don't worry now, don't worry now!

    (This is car number 5-0
    We have no control over the situation
    We are now dispersing
    We advise the Mayor be moved immediately
    My God, at least 1500 people are marching straight for City Hall)

    To bad if you're agile, knee check fragile, eject, reject
    What's left of your respect? A bag of ****, did you see yet?
    I'll G it like Viet-nam bomb, so be it
    Even freak it from the deepest ta weakest, even beat walkers beat it

    Body breaker from the bricks bank and booty bumper who knew boo
    Hoo, scary like voodoo, strictly Illtown and Zoo crew
    The party can't quit it's been plan, bought cop's hunt and man's sport
    They scam sports while Illtown and Newark stand fort

    We don't wrestle and fools don't disrespect us
    They don't want ta get pulled inside-out from their *******s and lassoed
    We just break down and boogie oogie oogie
    A shout out ta Ski, Steve Pedro, Gutta and Mookie

    We're on a mission to keep pou people hoppin and hippin instead of trippin
    Even if the city won't give us permission
    Listen now, party's mo' butter now, better not **** around and try ta shut us down
    We'll find out who run this town


    The sound, the sound, I found the sound, a pound around
    Around a pound of pound of some **** quick ta break it down
    Because the boom-ta-bat-boom-boom makes me want to zoom zoom
    In ya poom poom, break fool across the room soon

    As we zoom pass one telling me chillin's a felony
    Jokers play like poker, now out comes the jealousy
    Apparently I am politically overpowered, they can't touch this
    We'll party no quest', protest show just the slums corruptest

    So pump this, bump this, pump this if you want this
    But funk that, funk them, funk this if they front wit
    That same ol jibber jabber yap flapping groupie crew
    Etcetera etcetera, ya gotta move the same ol woopty woo

    You ain't even gotta fill me in, ya better me kill then
    'cause we straight holding fort like them Indians
    You talk that I'll lock you up for loitering
    You'll hit the border then, then you won't be ploicin you'll be borderin

    [Chorus: x2]

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