Naughty by Nature It’s Workin’ 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
  • [Chorus]
    It's workin', It's workin'
    Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!

    I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets, we reign and we pop, and daily
    routine sweeps.
    It's the fanatic, can't kick the habit, so there you have it, I'm a addict.
    When I'm near the mike I gots to grab it.
    Rip the system to shreds, grab the braids in my head.
    Everybody get lifted, remember the rhyme said.
    This is your introduction to the new episode.
    With the Double I countin' down to explode.
    Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more, livin' rotten to the core
    everybody to the right, cause all I got left is my flow.
    I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a record ocean.
    Uh oh, I guess it's going' down, not now, right now.
    So I got down with the git down for Illtown.
    Figure it's the fine fanny,
    I miss my mammy.
    And you could ask my uncle Randy,
    I'm grateful for my granny nanny that's my mother's mammy.
    Two tittle brothers with different fathers but we're still family.
    Forget how rough I had it, let's see how smooth it gets.
    'cause I might wind
    up doing that same old cruddy ****.
    Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood.
    Back cockin', buckshottin', your *** is shot.

    [Chorus]

    Can you chill a can can you spill a can can you kill a can I know I can I
    know I can I know I can can an American a Republican tucking with this
    African can from this kian land I know I can It's a war wick wick wick
    wack that's Dionne Dionne should have predicted her quick trip and Stayed
    cool like ****in' freon Or get frozen for eons and beyond bein' the
    unbelievable bastard I be Well believe that ****'s some be on Settle the
    score check Melba needs Moore since now she poor looks to get richer by
    puttin' rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step
    KLICKOW' Your *** like Calvin so butts get kicked now forgive the enemy be
    a friend of me you teach but forgivin' ain't seem my music crushed in the
    streets preach love practice hate break tapes and chatterin' Streaks on
    your structure Stain your whole establishment let's get specific style
    that's horrific twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic
    we'll lift it then shift it brandish the biscuit finish you nitwit cancel
    Christmas won't stop this slick ****

    [Chorus]

    time to do sit up I'm a loose nut watch crews get cut bring it to my
    illtown grounds and lose your butts but whaqt is the matter matter
    of fact I don't want to hear you talk so close your trap

    Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter see Dolores sucker
    truck I should of told you Large Marge sent her two chocolates away from
    being sloppy in bunches with no lunches step with the punches and try some
    butt crunches get your hands clapping front and the back and keep a cool
    head for all my swingers packing attackin' back in the **********in' house
    done traveled a milion miles and I'm still kickin' styles backsnack that
    *** back now how's about that? you feel about as shitty as a baby's
    unwiped *** crack I'll crack a bat dead on the back black and leave you
    layin' there flat as a flapjack

    We ain't friends to the end I blasted Chuckie after this instead of beef
    you'll be givin me chicken at Kentucky lackin' lucky so worlds fear these
    and there'll be no more you Ooh! ooh! like no world's series

    Never a fad and madder than mad and radical rude rottin' razxkal kid man
    what's happenin'? check the skills on the real it's best to chill don't be
    caught in the down the hill ordeal it's ill

    man this **** is deep huh! I'm goin' deep undercover like a ************ way
    beneath the sheets full blows get thrown to the upper dome and continue
    to go on until you're up and gone

    When we spot a block knok no tellin' where the rest will go hustle with my
    friends straight ballin' like testicles bowling for dollars rollin' for
    hours rappers the pin strike is my friend they be took out in groups of ten

    scoopin' change you'll be like "Who's that group again?" on the ground
    with no sound with just boots and chins yeah and ya don't stop lust check
    out us Illtown *****s rock

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