Текст песни Naughty By Nature - 1, 2, 3
Naughty By Nature - 1, 2, 3 слова песни
Intro/Chorus: (x6)
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1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
Verse 1: Lakim Shabazz
???? rappers are full of this, since I`m a Don I`m pullin out a hit
cos I`m fired up, I`m tired of all the bullshit
Flavor Unit, it`s time to attack the prey
So make way for hip-hop`s green beret
Bring on the refills, you see we feel
the name of the brain game is kill or be killed
I`m an expert, who will be the next jerk to try?
Let me explain you got 8 million ways to die
We torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore
Have that ass lookin just like *?this boo-boo?* slipped the door
Known to kill, dunk skills, e-rupt
You ask why? My reply is `I don`t give a fuck!`
I`m a Panther, I love fresh meat
After I kill ya, I`ma leave ya body across 110th Street
My tactics are drastic and real fast
I tie one to a truck and go drag ya ass
I`m more than a threat, I`m a problem
To hell with cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem
So don`t whisper or make a sound or croak
Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat
Everyday all day this be the hard way
Puttin rappers outta commission even on an off-day
Flavor Unit rules G, we`re takin rappers out
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Chorus (x3)
Verse 2: Apache
Here comes trouble and it`s all that, in fact contact
You`re next of kin, friend, follow the flow format
While you slip, I grips so expect to get bruised
Ask me if I give a fuck cos I ain`t got shit to lose
Fuck around, lay around and get stuck up
You beatnit, wait a minute, hold the fuck up
If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, blame
handicapped, crippled and "pussy" was my middle name
you couldn`t beat me slick, snap that neck like a Chico stick
I know who beat`cha quick (who?), my grip
*?Failin this?* to some type of tournament
I cut ya fuckin head off and use it as a Christmas tree ornament
Come and give me a test whoever claims to be the best
He`s with the 40-below footprint on his chest
Fucked up, got stuck, go press your luck
Both of his legs were found in back of a garbage truck
Head found in the bar of a limosuine
The rest of his body at a dove site in Queens
Damn man, Mr. Handman, you like braggin
Ya fucked up, made a wrong turn and entered the dragon
I told you I`m out to stalk,
Last nigga tried me, died G, felt my tomahawk
Apache, that`s me, I`m gettin rappers` ass
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Chorus (x4)
Verse 3: Treach
You coulda been my main shit but you scrap and will wack, black
The only thing I smoke witta pipe is an ass crack
You challenge Treach, I`ll seal you quick, you can`t touch that
I thought you did a triple cos you said "Aw, fuck that!"
Diamond Hill how ya feel, *?hey Ben Hef?*
Give me a hearin aid or two then I`m thru cos I`m that def
That`s how we all be, tighter than small leaves
Club rappin all be, I`m wreckin on all 3
This drill means chill, Guard Ya Grill, trouble
Is that your head or is your neck blowin a fuckin bubble?
A-B-C, skip to the S-T
U-V-W-X, fuck the Y-Z
Brand new, Brand Nubian, Grand Puba-in
Tape dem and cruise me then, if I`m wrong, sue me then
Wait let me hear another tune, tune me in
so I`m straight, if I hear "drop the bomb" I have to go
Break this nig` for anytime or any day, as many rhymes are played
Erase, forgive me not cos shit I`m hot, if I can get then you`ll get got
Au contraire mon frere this is all my hair
I wouldn`t cut it for the biggest butt-ocks out there
Put on a tip or hittin hips, I`m more than quick
I Grease my Lightnin`, it`s frightening how I get, a slick
schooled, dark, cool Sagittarian
Two types of marryin: very thick or very thin
Naughty By Nature and the Flavor U-N-I-T
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Chorus (x4)