"Naughty By Nature" lyrics
(feat. Carl Thomas)
We wanna take things back in time (Back in time)
When hip-hop was more than just the rhyme (Ba-ba, ba-ba, rhyme)
Where there was doo-wop, the b-bop (Ba-ba, ba-ba)
And a lotta other funky shit that intertwined (Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba)
Yeah, there was their pimps, their players, their pushers (Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, pimps)
And their punks, but they get what they want (Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba)
Get my cash ready (Get it right), ass steady (Uh)
She wore that last teddy, mass ready and sweaty
Trash drama, splash mama, ask Hana
Fast I'm the, bomber rhymer Don Dada (Be-ba-boo-ba)
Firm groupie suck to me, I miss Fugees (Ba-ba-ba)
Turn tight pussy, but you'll see the loose coochie
Vamos, groupie, suck 'til she sing Oochie
Wally, Wally, two condoms, two Lucys
Take two bitches, two sacks to sooth me (Ba-ba, ba-ba, oh-da-de, la-ma)
Every two months, two times, look for two movie
My tool's talent, rude challenge, move's sellin' (Ba-ba, ba-ba)
My groove's Wallace, Wallace, sometimes they choose violences (Naughty na, groupie, ah)
Trigger love titties, toast to this, flip bitties (Ba-ba)
Got more styles than songs today that sound shitty (Ba)
With more versions, more noted, more cursin' (Ba, ba, ba-ba, ba)
Marry hoes in jail any bail, so shit's urgent
Why you tryna play me?
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature, so don't even try
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature, so why ask why? (Be-ba, ba, ba)
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature
Oh, you can't see my Naughty By Nature, oh, oh
The club's packed, put a sock in it, the doors open in five minutes
Cab Calloway's bumpin', no talkin' 'til he's finished (Ba-ba)
Get your shoes off, check titties, check pockets (Ba-ba, ba)
The only thing you thought you'll be packin' is ten dollars (Ba-ba)
The drinks flowin', pimps glowin', girls hoein' (Ba, ba, ba-ba, ba)
You smokin', chokin', doin' it at nearest window hopin' (Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba)
Keep the numbers runnin', dough comin', pass folder (Be-ba, be-ba)
I'm security, sponsor, plus the bloody promotor
You a damn liar, I think dream never been higher
Got Donny tryna sell Tommy guns, never been fired (Brrat, brrat)
Got the pigs pushin' patrolmen, no solvents
Can they get in and out without no wallet or no warrants?
This is a business, bastards, four corners, more cats
And tell Diamond get her funky ass downstairs to bag it
That's my trick money, thick honey, it's funny
Naughty Records slash TVT equals big money
Why you tryna play me?
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature, so don't even try
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature, so why ask why? (Be-ba, ba, ba)
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature
Oh, you can't see my Naughty By Nature, oh, oh
I got a cross that pulls me, God first, stay stylin'
Get boss bullies, I start dialin', Allen wildin'
Come to break records, sell records, hooks chant 'em
People make on millions, make way, we make anthems
Old school ruler, get chased by state troopers
Hit Power 106 and The Beat with hot music
Hot 97, we combine to get cabbage
Most musical, most miss groove, most added
Not a pillow, negro, don't sleep, stay focused
If you up, front and blunt like Swish, it's time to smoke it (Time to smoke it)
Bone to pick, what? Al Capone wants his cut
Give him that plus an extra thirty thousand to touch
Keep receipts rollin', streets glowin', keep goin'
Tell all my tricks on the streets to keep hoein'
You're goin' scopin', no movement, no motion
You come hopin', gump them boobs in that ocean
Why you tryna play me?
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature, so don't even try (Can't see my Naughty by Nature)
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature, so why ask why? (Can't see my Naughty by Nature)
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature
Oh, you can't see my Naughty By Nature (Can't see my nature, can't see my nature)
Why you tryna play me?
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature, so don't even try
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature, so why ask why? (Be-ba, ba, ba)
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature
Oh, you can't see my Naughty By Nature, oh, oh
No, you can't see my Nature by Nature
Probably tryin' to see Nature by Nature
Oh, oh, oh
Oh no
Oh no
Can't see Naughty by Nature, no
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no, oh no-no
Oh no-no-no, no, no, no-no-no-no, no
No-no-no-no, no, no, no-no-no-no-n-n-n-no, no
Oh no-no-bum-boo-bam, bum-bam
No-no-no, no, no, no
See 'cause I don't want anybody playin' with my money
Like that, Treach?
Can't see my Naughty by Nature, no-no-no, no, no, no, no, no
For the gangstas
That's what's up, we're back live, broadcastin' from the East Side of Illtown
Syndicated all the way out to the City of Champs, Inglewood, California
It's 2:35 in the mornin', y'all, I know you're yawnin', y'all
But we're takin' calls, caller, you're on the air
I-I'm on the air?
Bitch, turn that shit on, I done got through, I got through
This Al Wow, son, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm on the air, yo
Um, Double R, um, yo, yo, uh, Zoo Fan, right, right
Screw was that shit, yo, keep doin' that shit in the hood, it's good, nigga
I'm skatin' through and askin', you know on twenty-twos
Child support tryna lock the Island up, you know I was wylin'
You say—child support came to get ya?
Wylin', wylin'
And you're rollin' on twenty-twos?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Next caller, you're on the air
Ayy, who is this? This is Love Lobain, I'm in the bar
Yo, I hear the Nuaghty by Nature makin' a comeback, so I would like to hear something from Naughty by Nature
When hip-hop was more than just the rhyme (Ba-ba, ba-ba, rhyme)
Where there was doo-wop, the b-bop (Ba-ba, ba-ba)
And a lotta other funky shit that intertwined (Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba)
Yeah, there was their pimps, their players, their pushers (Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, pimps)
And their punks, but they get what they want (Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba)
Get my cash ready (Get it right), ass steady (Uh)
She wore that last teddy, mass ready and sweaty
Trash drama, splash mama, ask Hana
Fast I'm the, bomber rhymer Don Dada (Be-ba-boo-ba)
Firm groupie suck to me, I miss Fugees (Ba-ba-ba)
Turn tight pussy, but you'll see the loose coochie
Vamos, groupie, suck 'til she sing Oochie
Wally, Wally, two condoms, two Lucys
Take two bitches, two sacks to sooth me (Ba-ba, ba-ba, oh-da-de, la-ma)
Every two months, two times, look for two movie
My tool's talent, rude challenge, move's sellin' (Ba-ba, ba-ba)
My groove's Wallace, Wallace, sometimes they choose violences (Naughty na, groupie, ah)
Trigger love titties, toast to this, flip bitties (Ba-ba)
Got more styles than songs today that sound shitty (Ba)
With more versions, more noted, more cursin' (Ba, ba, ba-ba, ba)
Marry hoes in jail any bail, so shit's urgent
Why you tryna play me?
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature, so don't even try
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature, so why ask why? (Be-ba, ba, ba)
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature
Oh, you can't see my Naughty By Nature, oh, oh
The club's packed, put a sock in it, the doors open in five minutes
Cab Calloway's bumpin', no talkin' 'til he's finished (Ba-ba)
Get your shoes off, check titties, check pockets (Ba-ba, ba)
The only thing you thought you'll be packin' is ten dollars (Ba-ba)
The drinks flowin', pimps glowin', girls hoein' (Ba, ba, ba-ba, ba)
You smokin', chokin', doin' it at nearest window hopin' (Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba)
Keep the numbers runnin', dough comin', pass folder (Be-ba, be-ba)
I'm security, sponsor, plus the bloody promotor
You a damn liar, I think dream never been higher
Got Donny tryna sell Tommy guns, never been fired (Brrat, brrat)
Got the pigs pushin' patrolmen, no solvents
Can they get in and out without no wallet or no warrants?
This is a business, bastards, four corners, more cats
And tell Diamond get her funky ass downstairs to bag it
That's my trick money, thick honey, it's funny
Naughty Records slash TVT equals big money
Why you tryna play me?
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature, so don't even try
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature, so why ask why? (Be-ba, ba, ba)
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature
Oh, you can't see my Naughty By Nature, oh, oh
I got a cross that pulls me, God first, stay stylin'
Get boss bullies, I start dialin', Allen wildin'
Come to break records, sell records, hooks chant 'em
People make on millions, make way, we make anthems
Old school ruler, get chased by state troopers
Hit Power 106 and The Beat with hot music
Hot 97, we combine to get cabbage
Most musical, most miss groove, most added
Not a pillow, negro, don't sleep, stay focused
If you up, front and blunt like Swish, it's time to smoke it (Time to smoke it)
Bone to pick, what? Al Capone wants his cut
Give him that plus an extra thirty thousand to touch
Keep receipts rollin', streets glowin', keep goin'
Tell all my tricks on the streets to keep hoein'
You're goin' scopin', no movement, no motion
You come hopin', gump them boobs in that ocean
Why you tryna play me?
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature, so don't even try (Can't see my Naughty by Nature)
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature, so why ask why? (Can't see my Naughty by Nature)
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature
Oh, you can't see my Naughty By Nature (Can't see my nature, can't see my nature)
Why you tryna play me?
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature, so don't even try
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature, so why ask why? (Be-ba, ba, ba)
Oh, you can't see the Naughty By Nature
Oh, you can't see my Naughty By Nature, oh, oh
No, you can't see my Nature by Nature
Probably tryin' to see Nature by Nature
Oh, oh, oh
Oh no
Oh no
Can't see Naughty by Nature, no
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no, oh no-no
Oh no-no-no, no, no, no-no-no-no, no
No-no-no-no, no, no, no-no-no-no-n-n-n-no, no
Oh no-no-bum-boo-bam, bum-bam
No-no-no, no, no, no
See 'cause I don't want anybody playin' with my money
Like that, Treach?
Can't see my Naughty by Nature, no-no-no, no, no, no, no, no
For the gangstas
That's what's up, we're back live, broadcastin' from the East Side of Illtown
Syndicated all the way out to the City of Champs, Inglewood, California
It's 2:35 in the mornin', y'all, I know you're yawnin', y'all
But we're takin' calls, caller, you're on the air
I-I'm on the air?
Bitch, turn that shit on, I done got through, I got through
This Al Wow, son, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm on the air, yo
Um, Double R, um, yo, yo, uh, Zoo Fan, right, right
Screw was that shit, yo, keep doin' that shit in the hood, it's good, nigga
I'm skatin' through and askin', you know on twenty-twos
Child support tryna lock the Island up, you know I was wylin'
You say—child support came to get ya?
Wylin', wylin'
And you're rollin' on twenty-twos?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Next caller, you're on the air
Ayy, who is this? This is Love Lobain, I'm in the bar
Yo, I hear the Nuaghty by Nature makin' a comeback, so I would like to hear something from Naughty by Nature
