[Skit]
I'm telling you, I want this done quick, in and out
I want all that black market shit, everything
Grab all the tapes, all the cassettes
Who is it?
Where the shit? Everybody on the floor, nobody move
Where the shit? (Yo, Treach)
Yoke the joker
[Intro]
(New style, new style)
(My name is Treach and I'm a triple-star MC)
There are too many overnight MCs, one
And too many who haven't paid they dues (My name is Treach and I'm a triple-star MC)
You have now entered the frost of the Flavor Unit
And we, Naughty By Nature, will get our just due
By terminating you
(My name is Treach and I'm a triple-star MC)
(New style, new style)
[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 Chun 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 or slouch and furthermore, I don't scare chief
The reason I called you pussy 'cause you are what you eat, each
Lick is a little closer to the center of a Blow Pop
Don't speak when I am talkin', this is my fuckin' show-op
How dare you even try me? Don't you know you'll be funky while
He's smilin' backstage doin' your mother, ugh, doggystyle?
I'm wild, raw, a whore and still suave
Check out the style that I've
Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky
Semi-social, never seem sloppy
See, silly-slappin' suckers, sorry saps, and slouches
Straps slam in style, smackin', this man's a savage
Least see so-so-songs and some shots, so
Snatch seven samples, start slowly, go solo
Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin'
Strip the Sagittarius and 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
I'm telling you, I want this done quick, in and out
I want all that black market shit, everything
Grab all the tapes, all the cassettes
Who is it?
Where the shit? Everybody on the floor, nobody move
Where the shit? (Yo, Treach)
Yoke the joker
[Intro]
(New style, new style)
(My name is Treach and I'm a triple-star MC)
There are too many overnight MCs, one
And too many who haven't paid they dues (My name is Treach and I'm a triple-star MC)
You have now entered the frost of the Flavor Unit
And we, Naughty By Nature, will get our just due
By terminating you
(My name is Treach and I'm a triple-star MC)
(New style, new style)
[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 Chun 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 or slouch and furthermore, I don't scare chief
The reason I called you pussy 'cause you are what you eat, each
Lick is a little closer to the center of a Blow Pop
Don't speak when I am talkin', this is my fuckin' show-op
How dare you even try me? Don't you know you'll be funky while
He's smilin' backstage doin' your mother, ugh, doggystyle?
I'm wild, raw, a whore and still suave
Check out the style that I've
Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky
Semi-social, never seem sloppy
See, silly-slappin' suckers, sorry saps, and slouches
Straps slam in style, smackin', this man's a savage
Least see so-so-songs and some shots, so
Snatch seven samples, start slowly, go solo
Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin'
Strip the Sagittarius and 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
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