I Gotta Lotta Naughty By Nature

Intro (Method Man sample)
I gotta lotta, I gotta gotta

[Verse 1: Treach]
I gotta chip on my shoulder that Bill Gates ain't make
Gotta connect up in Harlem
Gotta great weight rate
Gotta hotta enchilada
Gotta hot tre 8
Heavy rocks in my rings that a quake can't shake
Or she can freak
You a freak let's fuck
Keep a freak for a week
Fuck a stunt for a month
Gotta brand hot damn and a great rapper flow
Gotta actual factual international after glow
Tools for ya fools trying to fix some ish
Got talent more gifted than a Christmas list
Got dibs on many things, so I ride east west
Gotta list who's best so I stress why guess
Gotta lotta hot material real on the set
Got ass in first class bust some head on the jet
Got an album, we wildin', so we ride don't rest
Got kids, a gang of niggas I call a Tribe Called Treach

[Chorus: Treach & (Sonny Black)]
I got Henney, I got sizzurp
I got dinner, I got dessert
(I got goons in the hood with cases
Cone head hoodies and they rocks grew faces)
I got this side, I got that side
I gotta a big bag baby full of bitch better act right
(I got wolves on deck all about they hood
Bangin' out and they ain't neva been about they hood)