This is somethin that I call the flow Not many if any, 'cept for Vinnie, can say they know In fact, detracting that is something that I rarely show Because my tongue is actually fast but then again it's slow See yo (Throw it bro) you say cheeka-boo A name pertained for niggas who WHO Who hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you And if you take the shoe, a nigga actor will do, ooh Dressed to the best to impress but after they try take us in Crook as a nigga, take a pistol, see who wants to be Naughty or nicest Like ice is I'm priceless, plug the mic to it Babytragetuch Come with the D with the I with the S to the S's, see whose hype is Test the test the Treach to Treach address, the address: How I'll bless and blow any conflicts Why to try to chrome, my style is just nonsense M-my ni-ni-nigga m-m-mackin so you get out of it Any and all should fall, many are small should call Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all Show hope, show no hope and can't cope, so no way This is how we play everyday all day
Verse 2: Treach
Yo yo hey yo Webseite Köln Havin a round of (?cadavva?), gather matters is drastically Never say never whenever whether we come on after thee Hand to Gee the producer, me is loose off the claps ya see That keeps you boogie'n happily Voice ya opinion, it's the rhythm I'm lendin The message I'm sendin from London to Linley Girls are given a chance to get ya all pampered Leave them ol' cramps in your pants then I belly dance her God is good and if ya would, you should just Play to the way I see em, play all day is what He'll bless I'm leavin em evil and seein em bein a torture with dull props I won't give up til you had 'nough of these call shots Now let the hard floor break your fall darlin Schneekugel basteln Cos on the shrift and Naughty ain't waltzin When we dance we come full-thrust, the bum rush Knockin and poppin em up inside, they rockin dawn til dusk I ain't the type to get suit-to-sike I feel I'm better than ever before but as a rapper I'm just alright Showin time is for clocks, knockin poppas Pop pop ya try to shine I make your heart work proper And that's comin from the drifter and if ya R-U-IN YA L-I-P, you will B-E-G-O-N-E So let the guests gettin pass-ons, be by-gones Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on We feel this way every single day all day So make way Newsletter Software
Verse 3: Treach
Wuz up to all you MC cub scouts Grub scouts gettin rubbed out I'll bet'cha kept ya album froze til this came out Hittin ideas to use, a half of us snit or two Snatchin and maxin a rap that I'm castin, how dare you! How the hell can you yell what someone else said? I must get on what I loan, what I own on my forehead, huh But I doubt that, and now ya wanna back out Your career had more ins and outs than a crack house I'm mackin 'n rackin 'n cappin the acts and I wax em wit-wit a smack This scam he owes must judge me rough with a whiffle bat And that's simply elementary Walton So pack ya track and do 5 flat in your Dodge son Now let my canine backtrack the copy-cat Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track What's all with seven thousand other rappers, groupie The cut ya made for that movie ain't soothed me Who said that Treach can't work when he don't curse? Some nasty ass me, Naughty and that keep it happy I'm all that and never go out the small way You need a lift, we go this way everyday all day
Verse 4: Treach
Your little tape got more blank spots than a tank-top, think, stop You oughta store it all, fast-forward 'fore I ring props You sorry sight, you're a immature rhyme ho Come rock a lil somethin, no we're all outta time so From Chilltown JC to Brooklynn with A-D I'm rippin things daily, ni if, and or maybes At the ??? and the A-V, the O-U-R-B-A-BE Kris, the Jungle Brothers, Tribe Called Quest, yeah they be Down with Sha-ka-ottin, pimp or, man, they swiftin Then the ruler (?all reigns?), he comes handy on the roll again Marked the 45, kids kneels feels the reals With the real chill, not the run-of-the-mill deals Get poopoo dooie, producer Louie Louie Throwin best tracks to me to me So that sometimes they do me I can't forget the day live, the solo need a tongue Patrol the song, what up to the brothers from the (?Natcheo?) We got the gatch to ya batch to rock and lock him But now it's ??? don't even try to outrun them The stable now cocky, Lord Ali Raski and (?trueogy?) The sharper day with double jade is the props see We also got the speaker Latifah, the Queen of the flavour And nuthin weaker behind is watchin, kick her The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC With Money B, Humpty and Jimmy, the master of the charts And on the tipple several brothers, we muskets It's Tahid, Akeem, Cracker C and Cee Justice Plus is the voice behind the flavour unit, all time, all early It's that girlie, head of the head called her Shirley And what poop last but not least, Camille I feel you learned the way we come this deep everyday all day
OUTRO: Treach
Y'knowhatI'msayin? We got the newest member of the flavour unit Def Jef in effect. We got the producer of this trach Kay-Gee We got my girl Nikki-D in the house My man internale All-Star Dave My man on the sax Andy We got another engineer Andy and assistant Todd We got Anj-Du, G-Quick We got the whole entire 18th Street Posse-Rachim,Mook Daddy, Skee Steve Hammer, Howie Cru-Ru, M-Dee, Tak Diesel, Na-Na We got my girl Aphrodite and her posse in the house-Cherokee, Chaka and Lisa And we outta here like last year Cos we come this deep everyday all day PEACE
