Naughty Nation - Naughty By Nature

It’s the rap master, last passer, the ass smacker

Your ass backwards, we call you bassackwards

Rappers flasher, cash stacker, slash actor

Passport pimpin', you can call me the last atlas

You can’t know me, can’t hold me, chicks a champ homie

After she dance, I lift her like a tramp trophy

The shit, but on the track flies, I’m that fly

Try me, I capsize your hat’s cap size

The mad supported, back supported, get your track deported

Platinum streets from every platinum track recorded

Got the lotto model, pay me if you swallow, follow

I’m your leader beater, that make them swallow hollows

'bout this, 'bout that, I’m 'bout straps

If you a rapper, how’s that for a mouse trap?

Get the handsome ransoms, keep them dancing

Act like you know naughty got mansions from these damn anthems

(Feel) the naughty nation

Come on, get it, got it, we back, boy

Once again it’s on in your ass, boy

We keep them naughty shorties poppin' ass boy, that’s what you lack boy

Naughty, oh shit, your pussy, I see your ball prints

Thank for the scores, we balling along his office

Pitter patter, digger dagger, with a bigger swagger

Piss each other off, see who got the biggest bladder

The biggest rappers from Jers since the business shattered

Wicked niggas, true gangstas, and the wisdom hatters

Ferrari stripper, every part of me ripped up

Smoke a marley with liquor, quicker artery ripper

We do things, niggas who bang on that zoo thang

New slang, a true gang puffin' the pootang

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style, yeah, child?

But I bang on your forehead and I ain’t talking hairstyles

New click cobras, them niggas spitting venom

Spitting saliva, we harmonize an awkward opera

True hip hoppers, serve ya with liquid lava

You’re not a nigga, now come on, get it, we gotcha

I’m?

mash his ass with graphic atlas

So many these rapping bastards hip hop culture clashes

Come on, get it, critic, known for flippin' wicked widdit

Here’s my ass, you can come and get it, kiss it, get it

We made your grave, twelve?

parade

I’ll blow up the spot looking sharp like a suede grenade

Got a nasty flow, watch platinum glow

Fort Knox got locks harder picked than a nappy 'fro

I admire the trier that try to rattle the riot

Anthem’s acquired so you can go fire the choir

Half a ass, blast an asshole

Tussle and tackle the trunk, they call it couple Capo’s

Naughty bring back that feelin' bring back that

Naughty bring back that feelin' bring back that