Naughty

Naughty (yeah!) Word up

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Naughty (yeah!) Word up

I′m takin' tricky routes in a Dickies suit, tougher than a trucker

Harder as a bucko plus a ashy knuckle motherfucker

19 Naughty 1 through Naughty 9, I′m housin'

Plus the year Treach Thousand

Back trigger hap, did you figure that?

With a bigger bat, with a rap tough as a nigga nap

Tell him to drop through, hookers gettin' dropped too

What do I think about you? Pac too

And put it on a box and stamp it

So I can FedEx your ass to Kansas

I put a few blows in cargo

So you could tongue twist your ass back to Chicago

I′m servin′ force, fightin' mighty hard

I did too much to get real hip hop back to give it back y′all

Took it to your face, took it to your chest

Go and kiss your cutie with my nuts on her breath, yup!

Listen up, the money is the lawn

You're not just the man with damn money money

Bad boy, rude boy, Atlanta city in control

So here we go-oh

A lot of ho′s heard of me, won't murder me

I had surgery, quick I had a doctor stitch a condom to my shit

And it won′t slay no bug spray, break, or bust

If 5-O trouble, like a bubble, than I just double up

Stare me up and down, try your luck around

You could put your dick through a hula-hoop trope and couldn't fuck around

Come try me on a slow day like no day

A ho day like yo' day, ho hay take us nowhere

I love you too, give me some loot

Vin pushes an Ac, Kay pushes a van

And Treach still pushes boots

Just when you thought you wasn′t bought

I smack your ass with your court

Then dump you in north Newark

You′s a motherfuckin' good sport

Your own pain you bought, you did before you thought

No one can act like they ain′t heard of me, have mercy

Now motherfuckers might stop sleepin' on Jersey

Listen up the money is the lawn

You′re not just the man with damn money money

Bad boy, rude boy, Atlanta city in control

So here we go-oh

We own the money funky style

20 drunken style gettin' fuckin′ wild

Some monkeys diss, talk shit, speak, and smile

Sometimes I diss, sometimes I break

Talk behind my motherfuckin' back, I'm takin′ off your fuckin′ face

Roughneck, god you rudeboy

You got jacked for ya ass get stuffed like a Cactus

Now act like an actress

Someone throws a show so they play musical mattress

Never turn Charlie Good, turn burn Hollywood, burn

Who the hell is concerned what the blacks earn?

Not a motherfuckin' soul unless you sell your soul

Or your record sales blow

I ain′t your everyday Tom or Tommy

I ain't your boy, don′t play me pac, don't play me boy

The bad does dirt, the good gets hurt

You could get murked, the hood comes first

Waxin′ that ass, fuck a car wash

Turnin' your ass like a doorknob

No one can act like they ain't heard of me

Now motherfuckers might stop sleepin′ on Jersey

Listen up the money is the lawn

You′re not just the man with damm money money

Bad boy, rude boy, Atlanta city in control

So here we go-oh

Yeah

Naughty (word up)