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(Strike a nerve)
Yo bitch, it was some bitch in a
Talkin' 'bout you, had to get up early to wax
(Strike a nerve)
other motherfuckers said, you couldn't even wax that dirty bitch
So wassup
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I get my dose of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the fuck up, ho"
Shit, shaved and bathed a day, then I go
Ugh, is Everyday All Day, let's all say
Pluckin' enough and roughin' 'em up and fuckin' 'em up

Bet, let's talk a back flash, ya jackass
fast you flash witta match, your fast rap
And even though you didn't know me before the solo
no slow way to go, bolos I throw or sold

Let's pick a bitch to pick with
I see you through your crew, now wanna do?
After that, off to the black frost
My always sag 'cause I rap my ass off

You talk about a badboy 'Sanchoi'
I'm bad as come, chum, and nasty like [Incomprehensible]
To Vin and KayGee, I'm the baby
Droppin' the ladies, cravin' ya maybe, I have the to be lazy

Got more stretch to my swing and the of a chicken wing
The is bacon and it's cravin', is ice cream
I'm too trucked to be and too live, otherwise
Ya drive smuffler, word to the mother, my brother eyed

Runnin' and comin', drama wit a stellar
I need so many lumps, I'll use your as a braille book
friends ships ink, quick, fast
It'll take a dollar worth of gas to outlast your little ass

You tried to swing way, you little swifty
Ha, ha, ha, slum bitches still me
I do the dumpin', humpin', clappin' like
And that's from a land down under

Yo, I'm of dis shit, man
Niggas tryin' to cut, they rocks
(Strike a nerve)
Yo, they to make us drop
Vin Rock sayin' he don't rock
Yo, kick that

Prepare for the worst 'cause I ain't lose
I wouldn't just give a fuck 'cause givin' is free and my fuck's
[Incomprehensible] loss in The Source 'cause I know no way
I been there before, maybe 5-6 a day

Sometimes I put my on my head when I'm done, from
And wondered to myself where did dat def shit from?
And then I about the Naughty and the Nature in it
And then the Flavor, the figures, while I'm flowin' wit it

So I give up, stop, stall, quit, ya kitten
You can't this, fuck what them throats written
I got tracks, known as snaps, far forbidden
And the warm do, I know, I how to make ya feel it

I'll a head, I'll make ya spread and now lay back
I tell you once, I tell you twice, don't play that
So don't start, will be none is the lesson, folks
I cigarettes but my Smith-N-Wessun smokes

From anywhere, from any corner, anytime right
Who you bashin'? I go blast in broad
You stand hard, you hard, yeah, your figure's soft
I got nuff props buckshots that niggas caught

Ya say you go to the takin' me out close
Huh, in that case, you shoulda named your album
I wouldn't on the try if I was you, yo
'Cause I'm turnin' into 'Oh, oh's' and 'Hell no's'

I be caught dead witchu up in tryin' it
And if I was goin', I get my stiff ass up and rip
I go out like a wooden sock with padlocks
I'll leave tiny and slimy like snot spots
I write a day, to me it's a caper
Say so much shit, huh, I write my on toilet paper

Yeah, Vin Rock, backbone of Naughty By Nature,
(Strike a nerve)
That's right, so everybody on the up, stay off of my dick
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gonna stomp this time around, word up
(Strike a nerve)

Look who's mother's in the studio, thirty sons and
Mrs. Happy Thing is in the back, catchin'
and try to run wit it, never in a lifetime
Thirty [Incomprehensible] could act at Caesar's, still I bet I get

I heard your girl's havin' a baby, now what she have?
A bag of dope, a or crack or a sess bag
There ain't a of me with 'Sorry' written on it, slick
You rock a crooked cradle, you fuckin' prick

The way I rock could shit, you often like it
My style's so fat, I had to it on a water diet
Bullshit, ya not, I ain't the to be fuckin' with
with and if I mic attest it, I'll be neckin' it

Onslaught at an encore, you rat
You're so dumb, you tried to buy a thinkin' cap
Now that tells us in a sec, where your head is at
In between some bitch's legs, ass and lap

My is Treach, remember this and don't you ever 'fess
a shame, I get two minutes just to say, "Next"
Fuck, who follows you, you and them could each other
I you both like any other motherfuckin' runner
This is the Flavor, although sugar-free
So have a Coke, have a and have a booger, G

Why? 'Cause you mean shit to me
take you [Incomprehensible] where good shit's meant to be
I rock a rhyme that'll be a up def track
more shit than white castles and neck slacks

A studio to me is just a to rock, G
I rock and rock, goddamn, me VinRocky
It's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
I say one thing and your crew's walkin' out

So do the lyric here, is one lyric less
If I were you, I'd and throw 'em on his fuckin' neck
Something that flow should come straight the horse's mouth
Mr. dead, so his ass is the best way out

Shit, man for hire, hitman is the law
I run more tracks a San Francisco trolley car
Prepare for the winter, oh,
I could write your fuckin' album and you'll soon be the last one

I start to heat up and rip in one, see
You couldn't get it hard, if the eyes on Broad Street
So don't you ever never tell me, I'm not good
I got more than a teddy bear, from ass to gut
This is a solid, you never outlast
If was worth a dime, you'd have a job in a cow's ass