Naughty By Nature

Naughty By Nature - Dirt All By My Lonely songtekst

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[Treach]
 So niggaz wan' take it there  huh?
 Heh..
 See y'all don't know what the fuck goin on
 I know what time it is yo

 It's time to erase a face in force in fact an inferno
 Rise in my eyes  these twin 9'sll make em learn though
 You poppin  plottin  plannin  half steppin  threatenin
 The streets clap loud like like thunderCLOUDS with the weapon
 I'm steppin, to clarify, lookin with the hawk
 in the arrow eye, turn the biggest part of your ass
 into the narrow side, I'm that case you place, nigga
 Tie yo' bitch, to the shitter nigga, throw yo' stinkin ass
 by the liver nigga, need beef, I rag fags
 Scream peace, get dragged dad
 Gettin busy like Rashid street, in Baghdad
 Havin your kids askin why did they have to drag dad, past
 cause you'll be the last ass to blast fast
 Way, above the rim
 Word to Birdie I'm from Jersey leavin niggaz actin nerdy
 Back sturdy, my dirt, by my lonely, FUCK with dis
 Doin hits with more clutch, than the stick, so COME ON

 Chorus: Treach

 I do my dirt all by my lonely "Hey!" Find the phony
 Past the mass, one deep, yeah the only
 Do or die, with slugs for the Ruger
 Rollin patrollin in a stolen black Cougar
 I do my dirt all by my lonely "Hey!" "Hey!"
 "Can't nobody hold me.. I do my dirt all by lonely"
 Do or die, with slugs for the Ruger
 Rollin patrollin in a stolen black Cougar

 [Vinnie]
 See I'm a one man dynasty; motherfucker
 every artist on your label don't equal HALF of me
 Rippin lyrics like they supposed to be, most'll be
 plottin dreamin and scheamin to get CLOSE to me
 Cause I spit shit, rip shit quick, and I'm sick wit
 lyrics to MASH that ass is what I'm equipped wit
 So fine-tune that bullshit, bring your best competitor
 I'll be on that ass as if I was a fuckin Predator
 Niggaz wanna battle at a show, yeah I'll set it up
 I go toe to toe, blow for blow and leave it wetted up
 My time to hypnotize you, OK?
 Never disrespectin the laws of Nature -- Obey Yo' Thirst
 Vin Rock'll serve as the quenchin
 Here's the last thing I'd like to mention
 That when it's time to set it off, trust me son
 I ain't the motherfuckin click, I'm the motherfuckin one
 I do my dirt all by my lonely..

 [Treach]
 I roll with hundreds, sometime thousands, maybe a little more
 But don't need NAR' a motherfucker when it's time for the war!
 Some of these niggaz on the streets be actin so sweet
 Talkin bout stalkin black like it ain't gon' get back to me WHAT?
 What about them MC's after me (hahahaha)
 Come see the first rappers laid flat on Banned From TV
 Part 3 in 3-D, shot right in Jersey
 On the corner with the goners lookin straight up at me (whoo!)
 So fuck prolongin, I'm way PAST the strongarmin
 Played hisself tonight, so he'll be GONE BY THE MORNING
 Sneak up, creep up, you out of pocket, the rule's no second chance
 Lift a bitch out his shoes, watch the news

 Chorus 2X
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Publisher: Arista

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Uitgegeven in: 1999

Taal: Engels

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