Naughty by Nature Strike a Nerve Lyrics

[Vin Rock]
(Strike a nerve)
Yo *****, it was some ***** in a seminar
Talking bout you had to get up early to wax this
(Strike a nerve)
Them other ************s said you couldn't even wax that dirty *****
So whats up y'all?
(Strike a nerve)

[Treach]
I get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the **** up, ho"
****, shaved, and bathed everyday then I must go
Ugh, this is Everyday All Day, let's all say
Plucking enough and roughing em up and ****ing 'em up always
Bet, let's talk about a back flash, ya jackass
That fast you flash with a 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 ***** to pick with, peekaboo
I see you through your crew, now what you want to do?
After that, caps off to the black frost
My pants always sag 'cause I rap my *** off (oh)
You want to talk about a bad boy sanchoi
I'm bad as they come, chum, straight up ricochet rap style
To Vin Rock and KayGee, I'm the baby
Dropping the ladies, craving 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 craving is ice cream
I'm too trucked to be ****ed and too live, otherwise
Ya drive by's smuffler, word to the mother, my brother eyed
Running and coming, drama staring with 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 ***
You tried to swing this way, you little swifty
(Ha ha ha, slum *****es still miss me)
I do the dumping, humping, clapping like thunder
And that's coming from a land down under

Yo, I'm sick of dis ****, man
*****s trying to cut, they rocks none (Strike a nerve)
Yo, they trying to make us drop, Vin Rock saying he don't rock enough
Yo kick that ****

[Vin Rock]
Prepare for the worst, 'cause I ain't living loss
I wouldn't just give a ****, 'cause giving is free and my ****'s cost
? your loss in The Source, 'cause 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 that def **** come from?
And then I think about the Naughty and the Nature in it
And then the Flavor then the figures while I'm flowing with it
So I won't give up, stop, stall, quit, ya kitten
You can't touch this, **** 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 bashing? I go blast in broad daylight
You stand hard, you look hard, yeah, your figure's soft
I got 'nough props from buck shots that *****s caught
Ya say you can't go to the taking me out close
Huh, in that case, you should g named your album "Almost"
I wouldn't rely on the try if I was you, yo
'cause I'm turning tries into "oh oh's" and "hell no's"
I wouldn't be caught dead with you up in trying it
And if I was going, I get my stiff *** up and rip ****
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 ****, huh, I write my rhymes on toilet paper

Yeah, Vin Rock, backbone of Naughty By Nature, ya know I'm saying?
(Strike a nerve)
That's right, so everybody sleeping on the up, stay off of my ****
(Strike a nerve)
We're gonna stomp this time around, word up
(Strike a nerve)

[Treach & Vin Rock]
Look who's mother's in the studio, thirty sons and daughters
Mrs. Happy Thing is in the back catching 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 having 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 ****ing prick
The way I rock could ****, you just often like it
My style's so fat I had to throw it on a water diet
Bullshit ya not, I ain't the type to be ****ing with
Wrecking with, and if I mic attest it, I'll be necking it
Onslaught at an encore, you stinking rat
You're so dumb you tried to buy a ****ing thinking cap
Now that tells us in a sec right where your head is at
In between some *****'s legs, looking *** 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!"
**** who follows you, you and them could help each other
I treat you both like any other **********ing runner
This is the Flavor, tasty although sugar-free
So have a Coke, have a smile and have a booger, G

(Why?) 'cause you don't mean **** to me
I'ma take you ? where good ****'s meant to be
I rock a rhyme that'll be a straight up def track
Dropping more **** 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 **** I'm talking bout
I say one thing and your whole crew's walking out
So do the lyric here, this is one lyric less
If I were you, I'd take and throw em on his ****ing neck
Something that flow should come straight from the horse's mouth
Mr. Ed's dead so his *** is the best way out
**** 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 ****ing album and you'll soon be the last one there
I start to heat up and rip **** 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 *** to gut
This is a solid you could never outlast
If bullshit was worth a dime, you'd have a job in a cow's ***

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