Naughty by Nature feat. Redman & Method Man Rock & Roll Lyrics

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[Treach (Method Man)]
And why'all thought it was over
(Nah nah it ain't over 'til the fat ***** sings my *****)
We ready to Rock & Roll God damn it?
(**** Yeah)
Dirty Jers' New Jerusaluem
Naughty by Nature ************s
(Wu-Tang my *****z)
Grab your hat *****

[Bridge: Method Man]
Dumb-dumb-dumb there they go [Repeat: x4]

Getting the realism, stating the great prism
Journalism, the Moses writing, graffiti on the state prison
Hard to steal, last year, slash a pop hit
Hate related, he's the closest that I lost since Pac (Tupac)
Got the glock blown, ready to Rock & Roll
Give me a shot that go up the most
Cop the blow, nock us no
Finger **** the fair place, that's in the stairway
Gut a ************, gotta die to get airplay
If I can't spray the airwaves, like a great AK
You stay where you lay babe, "**** you" is what I dare say
Hatin' *****s cause it ain't passion for rappin' or axin'
So sell extortion and jackin', what's happenin'?
What's that? The clappin', they'rekidnappin' Sergeants and Captains
I'll be mackin' and actin' like a ***** scratchin' for super passion
(Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! see'mon!)

[Chorus: Treach (Method Man)]
Rotten and dazed cause I may not be here tomorrow
World feel the sorrow, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo
Bullets in, barrels off, urban apparel
Like I told you before, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo
Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll}
Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll}
Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll}

[Method Man]
M.C.'s have the right to remain silent
Everything you say can and will be held against why y'all punk ************s
And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya
Me need ya? That'll be the, day, ya busters
Son suffer, the consequences, for askin'
Competition get an *** kickin' so tremendous
I throw my draws in it
Who representin' for The Projects tennants since Day One?
**** is gettin' deep out here, run your garments son
Like *****s when the police department come
Yes why y'all, Mef why y'all, stank *** an' all
I'm too off the hook it don't make no sense to call
1-900-Eat-****, I get get my cobra ****
Might death blow, close your eye


Ready to Rock & Roll, I lock your load
I blow the block some more
Undercover like sellin' cops some blow
Bring a pain killer, my name ring a bell
Orangutan, I throw it up like gang members
Crunk as ****, walkin' in with the pump tucked
Punks get it *****, we even jump sluts
How 'bout a dump truck sellin' 2 for 5
I ride with tools I made out of school supplies
I show you it's not serious for why y'all
Trouble, I got a phone on my wrist to call (bubble)
You *****s know when you pissed 'em off
I turn gorilla with football equipment on
Cla-cloaw-cla-cloaw, I'm 'bout to tap ya foul
Danger, when the last Rotten Rascal out
Hang up, phone calls ain't goin' happen now
An' I'm straight facin', you *****s can't ask around

[Chorus: x2]
IIcons Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 IIcons
  • 2 Rock & Roll
  • 3 What You Wanna Do
  • 4 Swing Swang
  • 5 Rah Rah
  • 6 Feels Good (Don’t Worry Bout a Thing)
  • 7 Let Me Find Out
  • 8 Naughty by Nature
  • 9 N.J. to L.A.
  • 10 Red Light
  • 11 Ashes to Ashes
  • 12 What U Don’t Know
  • 13 Wild Muthafuckas
  • 14 Family Tree
  • Artists A to Z: