O.P.P - Naughty By Nature

I'll be taking flowers to the cemetery of my heart For all of my lovers in the present and in the dark Every anniversary, I'll pay respects and say I'm sorry For they never stood the chances if they could When no one knows what it's like to be us I've never seen the sky this color before It's like I'm noticing everything a little bit more Now that all the dust has settled I rebut all my rebuttals No one knows what it's like to be us Strangers by nature Strangers by nature Will I ever get there? Oh, I hope that someday I'll learn To nurture what I've done Alright then, I'm ready

Honey, um, yes, um Take me to the crib and get naughty, um Honey, um, yes, um Take me to the crib and get naughty, um Are those bullets in ya bra or are your nipples glad to see me Been wishin since I'm three now I'm finally seeing a genie Open that kitty, pretty, let me write it in graffitti Ya name sunshine, baby, been known by the glow in your panties, sweetie Your poonany is screaming 'Feed me' so please me, uh Free me, don't tease me, touch your toes and kiss your knees, ease Up in it, not minutes try sections of half 'n' hours We'll be on every end of your house like it was ours And you ain't gotta suggest respect sunshine, can't get less I'll affect every part that your man neglects I've been observing how your curving Campaigning for a serving now see, I got that pretty kitty purring Honey, um, yes, um Take me to the crib and get naughty, um Honey, um, yes, um Take me to the crib and get naughty, um One time with the sunshine Sunshine, one time with the sun One time with the sunshine Sunshine, one time in the city Are you in the easy cat or kitty category? What's the story? You got two pairs of lips which shall I pick to make you wiggle for me? Adore me, don't let that cat catch your tongue One time wit sunshine and that snatch could catch you strung Don't wanna wish to hear you sing, wanna know I heard ya sung Here's one free vote for C notes and loose tongues I'm here, you knock em off but you start with your boots on A party wit the body, lordy, where only two comes And the truth is smoked boots is the proof Once tight socks stretched loose and condoms on the roof Hittin steep and ain't complete til the kitten sleeps Between the sheets, now our Naughty emblem is written deep Honey, um, yes, um Take me to the crib and get naughty, um Honey, um, yes, um Take me to the crib and get naughty, um One time with the sunshine Sunshine, one time with the sun One time with the sunshine Lady, I crazy and underrated, can't be test of faded Blowing up the spot like that ass just detonated Spouting out sperm, not spaded out, wit my worm I waited The hotty hair was knotty, a perm and she mighta made it Plus she had a shitty attitude so no alarm On a scale o' one ta damn she was a yawn Darn, wit most it ain't no speaking after freaking A number one, more weekend in between meetings But sunshine was pretty as Puerto Ricans, so that thought went down wit the sunset Now you wanna know how naughty can one get Get strapped up like the Mad Hatter, lips between hips like Mick Jagger's Do some cabin stabbin like a dagger Just cool, let's wet up the pool and rub-a-dub Trade your dud for a stud, bustin more than suds in a tub So I love it when ya let it get it Get thirsty like a dry reservoir, never sore when I wet it Say pathetic but I say sunshine is super, put that poonany on the roof That shine might wake the roosters, so I'm thru til I scoop her One time with the sunshine (Sunshine, sunshine, sunshine) (Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Damn, where's that cat?)

This is somethin that I call the flow Not many if any 'cept for Vinnie can say they know In fact detracting that is something that I rarely show Because my tongue is actually fast but then again it's slow See yo (Throw it bro) you say cheeka boo A name pertained for niggas who WHO Who hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you And if you take the shoe, a nigga actor will do, ooh Dressed to the best to impress but after they try take us in Crook as a nigga, take a pistol, see who wants to be Naughty or nicest Like ice is I'm priceless, plug the mic to it Come with the D with the I with the S to the S's, see whose hype is Test the test the Treach to Treach address, the address: How I'll bless and blow any conflicts Why to try to chrome, my style is just nonsense M-my ni-ni-nigga m-m-mackin so you get out of it Any and all should fall, many are small should call Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all Show hope, show no hope and can't cope, so no way This is how we play everyday all day Ye oh oh Havin a round of (? cadavva?), gather matters is drastically Never say never whenever whether we come on after thee Hand to Gee the producer, me is loose off the claps ya see That keeps you boogie'n happily Voice ya opinion, it's the rhythm I'm lendin The message I'm sendin from London to Linley Girls are given a chance to get ya all pampered Leave them ol' cramps in your pants then I belly dance her God is good and if ya would, you should just Play to the way I see em, play all day is what He'll bless I'm leavin em evil and seein em bein a torture with dull props I won't give up til you had 'nough of these call shots Now let the hard floor break your fall darlin Cos on the shrift and Naughty ain't waltzin When we dance we come full-thrust, the bum rush Knockin and poppin em up inside, they rockin dawn til dusk I ain't the type to get suit-to-sike I feel I'm better than ever before but as a rapper I'm just alright Showin time is for clocks, knockin poppas Pop pop ya try to shine I make your heart work proper And that's comin from the drifter and if ya R-U-IN YA L-I-P, you will B-E-G-O-N-E So let the guests gettin pass-ons, be by-gones Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on We feel this way every single day all day So make way Wuz up to all you MC cub scouts Grub scouts gettin rubbed out I'll bet'cha kept ya album froze til this came out Hittin ideas to use, a half of us snit or two Snatchin and maxin a rap that I'm castin, how dare you! How the hell can you yell what someone else said? I must get on what I loan, what I own on my forehead, huh But I doubt that, and now ya wanna back out Your career had more ins and outs than a crack house I'm mackin 'n rackin 'n cappin the acts and I wax em wit-wit a smack This scam he owes must judge me rough with a whiffle bat And that's simply elementary Walton So pack ya track and do 5 flat in your Dodge son Now let my canine backtrack the copy-cat Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track What's all with seven thousand other rappers, groupie The cut ya made for that movie ain't soothed me Who said that Treach can't work when he don't curse? Some nasty ass me, Naughty and that keep it happy I'm all that and never go out the small way You need a lift, we go this way everyday all day Your little tape got more blank spots than a tank-top, think, stop You oughta store it all, fast-forward 'fore I ring props You sorry sight, you're a immature rhyme ho Come rock a lil somethin, no we're all outta time so From Chilltown JC to Brooklynn with A-D I'm rippin things daily, ni if, and or maybes At the? and the A-V, the O-U-R-B-A-BE Kris, the Jungle Brothers, Tribe Called Quest, yeah they be Down with Sha-ka-ottin, pimp or, man, they swiftin Then the ruler (? all reigns?), he comes handy on the roll again Marked the 45, kids kneels feels the reals With the real chill, not the run-of-the-mill deals Get poopoo dooie, producer Louie Louie Throwin best tracks to me to me So that sometimes they do me I can't forget the day live, the solo need a tongue Patrol the song, what up to the brothers from the Natcheo We got the gatch to ya batch to rock and lock him But now it's? don't even try to outrun them The stable now cocky, Lord Ali Raski and trueogy The sharper day with double jade is the props see We also got the speaker Latifah, the Queen of the flavour And nuthin weaker behind is watchin, kick her The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC With Money B, Humpty and Jimmy, the master of the charts And on the tipple several brothers, we muskets It's Tahid, Akeem, Cracker C and Cee Justice Plus is the voice behind the flavour unit, all time, all early It's that girlie, head of the head called her Shirley And what poop last but not least, Camille I feel you learned the way we come this deep everyday all day Y'knowhatI'msayin? We got the newest member of the flavour unit Def Jef in effect. We got the producer of this trach Kay-Gee We got my girl Nikki-D in the house My man internale All-Star Dave My man on the sax Andy We got another engineer Andy and assistant Todd We got Anj-Du, G-Quick We got the whole entire 18th Street Posse-Rachim, Mook Daddy, Skee Steve Hammer, Howie Cru-Ru, M-Dee, Tak Diesel, Na-Na We got my girl Aphrodite and her posse in the house-Cherokee, Chaka and Lisa And we outta here like last year Cos we come this deep everyday all day PEACE

Yoke the Joker! *Laughter* Intro: Treach There are too many overnight MC's but one And too many wacked who haven't paid dues You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you Verse 1: Treach I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk I ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each Look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while You're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle Hot, wild, raw, whores' still suave *Laughter* Check out this style that I've Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky Semi-social, never seem sloppy See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy We see so-so-songs and some shots, so Snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system Smoke the joker, three times over And owe her, go with the flow Or I'm about to yoke a joker Verse 2: Treach All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up Grab your microphone, battle time shown up Any freestyle I see while I prowl I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow Another victory, it's mystery I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he Get the things he needs? Remember how blistery? You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me Slicin your life away, just like I might today I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away... I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust Take you to a?, sure you can fly, just jump slut You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight All luck y'all, look at the props y'all So proud I'm sure, suck my encore's Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo I'll smoke ya It's time to yoke the joker Verse 3: Treach The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop If I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your shit dropped It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high Never would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat "Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat" Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day Takin competition's what I do in the worst way Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya The proof is in the footin, my collar ain't wooden It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children Physically, facially, racially made to be Crazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan This smack that then attract the new game plan Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit Bite what I might get, then up and say "I quit" Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg >From you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do Yoke the joker!