Naughty Nation Songtext
von Naughty by Nature

Collectors item
Twenty year anniversary
Naughty bring back that feeling
Bring back that
Naughty bring back that feeling
Bring back that
Naughty Bring back that feeling
Bring back that
It′s the Rap Master
Last bastard
Ass smackers
Your ass backwards
We call you Bassackwards
Rapper slasher
Cash stacker
Flash actor
Passport, pimpin', you can call me the last Atlas
You can′t know me, can't hold me, chick's a champ, homie
After she dance, I′ll lift her like a tramp trophy
The shit, but on the track flies, I′m that fly


Try me, I capsize, your hat's capsized
The mass supported, pack supported, get your track deported
Platinum streets from every platinum track recorded
Got the lotto motto
Pay me if you swallow follow
I′m your leader Peter
Then make 'em swallow hollows
′Bout this, 'bout that
I′m 'bout straps
If you a rat, plat!
How's that for a mouse trap?
Get the handsome ransoms
Keep ′em dancin′
Act like you know
Naughty got mansions from these damn anthems
Still the naughty nation
Come on, get it, got it, we back, boy
Once again, it's on in your ass boy
We keep them other shawtys poppin′ ass boy
That's what you lack boy
The Naughty nation
Come on, get it, got it, we back, boy
Once again, it′s on in your ass boy
We keep them other shawtys poppin' ass boy
That′s what you lack boy
The Naughty nation
This naughty ass shit you pussy, I see your paw prints
Thank for the scores, we call it a lawless offense
Pitter patter, digger dagger, we're the biggest splatter
Piss each other off, see who got the biggest bladder
The biggest rappers from Jer', since the business shattered
Wicked niggas, true gangsters, and the wisdom matters
Ferrari stripper, every part of me ripped up
Smoking Marley with liquor, quicker artery ripper
We do things, niggas who bang, on that zoo thang
Loose slang, a true gang, punk in the pool tank
Slash style, yeah child, there now
Put a bang on your forehead, and I ain′t talkin′ hairstyle
New click Cobras, them niggas spittin' venom, spittin′ saliva
We harmonizin' awkward opera, true hip-hoppa
Serve ya, with liquor lava
You′re not a nigga, now come on get it, we gotcha
Still the Naughty nation
Come on, get it, got it, we back, boy
Once again, it's on in your ass boy
We keep them other shawtys poppin′ ass boy
That's what you lack boy
The Naughty nation
Come on, get it, got it, we back, boy
Once again, it's on in your ass boy
We keep them other shawtys poppin′ ass boy
That′s what you lack boy
I'm used to shake massive asses with graphic adlibs
Some of these rapping bastards need hip-hop culture classes
Come on get it, critic
Know them flippin wicked when it here′s my ass
You can come and get a kissin ticket
We're major grade
Twelve gauge brigade
I blow up the spot looking sharp like a suede grenade
Got a nasty flow
Rocks platinum glow
Fort Knox got locks harder picked than a nappies grow
I admire the tribes that try to rattle the riot
Anthems of choir so you can go fire the choir
Half a hassle I blast an asshole
Tussle and tackle the trunk
Then call a couple capos
Naughty, bring back that feeling
Bring back that
Naughty, bring back that feeling
Bring back that
Still the Naughty nation
Come on, get it, got it, we back, boy
Once again, it′s on in your ass boy
We keep them other shawtys poppin' ass boy
That′s what you lack boy
The Naughty nation
Come on, get it, got it, we back, boy
Once again, it's on in your ass boy
We keep them other shawtys poppin' ass boy
That′s what you lack
Still the Naughty nation
Come on, get it, got it, we back, boy
Once again, it′s on in your ass boy
We keep them other shawtys poppin' ass boy
That′s what you lack boy
The Naughty nation
Come on, get it, got it, we back, boy
Once again, it's on in your ass boy
We keep them other shawtys poppin′