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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Naughty By Nature
Naughty By Nature
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Shawn Criss
Anthony Shawn Criss
Songwriter
Keir Lamont Gist
Keir Lamont Gist
Songwriter
V. Brown
V. Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Naughty By Nature
Naughty By Nature
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My thoughts are thundering, tumbling
Sons of bitches, switches, from yelling to mumbling
You ain't a pal of me, my family ties 'but not with Mallory
My analogy ain't for salary as I roll reality through galaxies
For centuries, it's sent to me with the scent of weed
With a chain representing penitentiaries
From Roman town to Bordentown from Newark to Ill town
And all you know from lifers, Rikers to Folsom
[Verse 2]
Wasn't driving too fast, I was flying too low
You think I'm rocking too quick, I think you're listening too slow
I'm abrupting construction a pumping assumption
You diss while your family say I'm the best shit since fucking
Struckin' behind an obstruction or turning something to nothing from
Poor shit to more shit and still rip in every function
Funking it up, pumping it up, chumping the ducks
Looking to hump Ms. Junk in the Trunk, pump pump me up
[Verse 3]
Jersey **** are the craziest
New York **** are the craziest
DC **** are the craziest
Philly **** are the craziest
LA **** are the craziest
Chi Town **** are the craziest
Texas **** are the craziest
Utah **** are the craziest
[Verse 4]
My lyrics be laced with forty ounces of funk and stuff
You get rushed, you get bust, you call yourself callin' my bluff
Enough's enough, I'm puttin' it down on the real and
This one goes out to all the people who be questioning
My skills, **** I've been rockin' since Lee Twills
And we feel that we build careers of steel
So all the rest come up and test but only stress is what you'll find
Thinking Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rhyme shrinkin'
[Verse 5]
The sleepin' MC I eat like Good & Plenty
Lyrically spankin' ya, that's why they call me Uncle Vinnie
And oh yes, I just appeal to the masses
Young to old folks, to upper, lower, middle classes
They don't begin with no lying professor
They begin when Vin pick up the pen and pad up off the dresser
'Lest a, a man should never challenge a clan
With thirteen years experience of rippin' mics put in our hands
[Verse 6]
Detroit **** are the craziest
Miami **** are the craziest
Little Rock **** are the craziest
Oak Town **** are the craziest
[Verse 7]
I got barbarians to bogard me in
At a club that barred me when
A broad got thrown like barbarnigan, born again, thrown aboard
A brim is broke to the back, I brawl and band from brains to balls
Da boots word ta-burr-bam-boo break the loot
Blowing up brain cells BOOM like Beirut
Assume the same suit, fuck that fly shit with the flavor kashy
Gives last name ain't Suzuki but still my sidekick
[Verse 8]
Whip that hide quick if ya slide quick, blood clot ya blood clique
You ain't rolling if our tape ain't what ya ride with
**** snipe shit so I'm on a knife tip
Like the youngsters 'bout to take you on some hip-hop ride shit
If you ain't jumpin' then don't pump it
I'm hittin' Jermaine in Atlanta 'cause he owe me loot for that jump shit
Fuck astronauts, I rock it and from now on
If you bite my shit when I see you, I'm in your pockets
[Verse 9]
Cleveland **** are the craziest
Carolina **** are the craziest
Virginia **** are the craziest
Kentucky **** are the craziest
St. Louis **** are the craziest
Atlanta **** are the craziest
Maryland **** are the craziest
San Diego **** are the craziest
Seattle **** are the craziest
Boston **** are the craziest
Illtown **** are the craziest
Zoo Crew **** are the craziest
Jersey City **** are the craziest
All my Newark **** are the craziest
Written by: Anthony Shawn Criss, Keir Lamont Gist, V. Brown
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