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(Strike a nerve)
Yo bitch, it was some in a seminar
Talkin' you, had to get up early to wax this
(Strike a nerve)
Them other motherfuckers said, you couldn't wax that dirty bitch
So y'all?
(Strike a nerve)

I get my daily dose of and "Shut the fuck up, ho"
Shit, and bathed a day, then I must go
Ugh, this is All Day, let's all say
Pluckin' enough and roughin' 'em up and 'em up always

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

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

You wanna talk about a 'Sanchoi'
I'm bad as they come, chum, and like [Incomprehensible]
To Vin Rock and KayGee, I'm the
the ladies, cravin' ya maybe, I have the right to be lazy

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

and comin', drama starin' wit a stellar
I need so many lumps, I'll use your head as a book
Many friends ink, quick, fast
It'll take a dollar of gas to outlast your little tired ass

You tried to this way, you little swifty
Ha, ha, ha, bitches still miss me
I do the dumpin', humpin', like thunder
And that's comin' from a land down

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, that shit

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

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

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

I'll take a head, I'll ya spread and now lay back
I tell you once, I tell you twice, Vinnie play that
So start, there will be none is the lesson, folks
I cigarettes but my Smith-N-Wessun smokes

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

Ya say you can't go to the me out close
Huh, in that case, you shoulda named your album
I rely on the try if I was you, yo
'Cause I'm turnin' tries into 'Oh, oh's' and 'Hell

I wouldn't be caught dead witchu up in it
And if I was goin', I get my ass up and rip shit
I can't go out like a wooden sock padlocks
I'll leave tacks tiny and slimy snot spots
I write a day, to me a common caper
Say so much shit, huh, I write my rhymes on paper

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

Look who's in the studio, thirty sons and daughters
Mrs. Happy Thing is in the back, catchin'
Come and try to run wit it, in a lifetime
Thirty [Incomprehensible] could act at Caesar's, I bet I get mine

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 part of me 'Sorry' written on it, slick
You couldn't a crooked cradle, you fuckin' prick

The way I rock shit, you just often like it
My style's so fat, I had to throw it on a 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 fuckin' cap
Now that us in a sec, right where your head is at
In between some bitch's legs, ass and lap

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

Why? 'Cause you don't mean to me
I'ma take you [Incomprehensible] where good shit's to be
I rock a rhyme be a straight up def track
Droppin' more shit than castles and neck slacks

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

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

Shit, man for hire, this is the law
I run tracks than a San Francisco trolley car
for the winter, oh, yeah
I could write your fuckin' album and soon be the last one there

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