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(Strike a nerve)
Yo bitch, it was some in a seminar
Talkin' 'bout you, had to get up to wax this
(Strike a nerve)
Them other motherfuckers said, you couldn't even wax that dirty
So wassup
(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
enough and roughin' 'em up and fuckin' 'em up always

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

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

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

Got more stretch to my and the stretch of a chicken wing
The flavor is bacon and it's cravin', is ice
I'm too to be fucked and too live, otherwise
Ya drive by's smuffler, word to the mother, my 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 to swing this way, you little swifty
Ha, ha, ha, slum bitches miss me
I do the dumpin', humpin', clappin' thunder
And comin' from 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 he don't rock enough
Yo, that shit

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

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

So I give up, stop, stall, quit, ya kitten
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 make ya it

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

From anywhere, from any corner, anytime right
Who you I go blast in broad daylight
You stand hard, you look hard, yeah, your figure's
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 wouldn't on the try if I was you, yo
'Cause I'm tries 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 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 my rhymes on toilet paper

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

who's mother's in the studio, thirty sons and daughters
Mrs. Thing is in the back, catchin' quarters
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 a baby, now will 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 could shit, you just often like it
My style's so fat, I had to throw it on a diet
Bullshit, ya not, I the type 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 tells us in a sec, right your head is at
In between bitch's legs, lookin' ass and lap

My is Treach, remember 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 help each other
I you both like any other motherfuckin' runner
This is the Flavor, tasty although
So a Coke, have a smile and have a booger, G

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

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

So do the lyric here, this is one less
If I were you, I'd take and throw 'em on his neck
Something that flow should 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 more than a San Francisco trolley car
for the winter, oh, yeah
I could write your fuckin' album and you'll soon be the one there

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 never tell me, I'm not good enough
I got stuff than a teddy bear, from ass to gut
is a solid, you could never outlast
If bullshit was worth a dime, you'd a job in a cow's ass