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

I get my dose of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the fuck up, ho"
Shit, shaved and bathed a day, I must go
Ugh, this is Everyday All Day, all say
enough and roughin' 'em up and fuckin' 'em up always

Bet, let's talk about a flash, ya jackass
That fast you flash witta match, 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 your crew, now wanna do?
that, caps off to the black frost
My pants sag 'cause I rap my ass off

You wanna talk about a badboy
I'm bad as they come, chum, and nasty [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 and the stretch of a chicken wing
The flavor is bacon and cravin', is ice cream
I'm too to be fucked and too live, otherwise
Ya by's smuffler, word to the mother, my brother eyed

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

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

Yo, I'm of dis shit, man
tryin' to cut, they rocks none
(Strike a nerve)
Yo, they tryin' to make us
Vin Rock sayin' he don't enough
Yo, that shit

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

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

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

I'll take a head, make ya spread and now lay back
I tell you once, I you twice, Vinnie don't play that
So don't start, there will be is the lesson, folks
I cigarettes but my Smith-N-Wessun smokes

From anywhere, 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 buckshots that caught

Ya say you go to the takin' me out close
Huh, in case, you shoulda named your album 'Almost'
I rely on the try if I was you, yo
'Cause I'm turnin' into 'Oh, oh's' and 'Hell no's'

I wouldn't be caught witchu up in tryin' it
And if I was goin', I get my ass up and rip shit
I can't go out like a wooden with padlocks
I'll leave tacks tiny and slimy snot spots
I write a day, to me it's a common
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 sleepin' on the up, stay off of my dick
(Strike a nerve)
We're gonna this time around, word up
(Strike a nerve)

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

I heard your havin' a baby, now will what she have?
A bag of dope, a bottle or crack or a bag
There ain't a part of me 'Sorry' written on it, slick
You couldn't rock a crooked cradle, you prick

The way I could shit, you just often like it
My style's so fat, I had to throw it on a water
Bullshit, ya not, I the type to be fuckin' with
Wreckin' with and if I mic attest it, be neckin' it

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

My name is Treach, remember this and 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 you both like any other motherfuckin' runner
This is the Flavor, tasty sugar-free
So have a Coke, have a and have a booger, G

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

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

So do the lyric here, this is one lyric
If I were you, I'd take and throw 'em on his neck
Something that flow should come straight from the 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
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 were on Broad Street
So don't you ever tell me, I'm not good enough
I got stuff than a teddy bear, from ass to gut
This is a solid, you could never
If was worth a dime, you'd have a job in a cow's ass