Hup  yeah Guess who's back?
 Hup  hup  Naughty By Nature's in the house Guess who's back?
 settin off the 19Naughty4/ Naughty5 flavour Guess who's back?
 Word up  this is how we do things Guess who's back?
 Uhh

 Hook: (x2)

 Cos it's a slang bang thang
 Slang bang  it's a slang bang thang  a slang bang thang

 Verse 1: Vin Rock  Treach

 Hup
 Get up  get up but don't push me
 cos I ain't mooshy mooshy, you can't mash me
 You chocolate bastard with your smile, your face looks ashy

 Sendin detrip witta free trip to blast out outer
 See this, cos I'm that nigga that'll leave you ass out like G-strings

 Meanin I'm fienin, your heart trips when it stay at work
 So fuck fear you fear-fuck, one jerk I'll make your head hurt

 The punani, they're making pairs perk, who'll dare flirt
 I get kitty's from your city, just near where your mans work

 I be on that ass like ol' mole, turnin your whole show slow-mo
 Cos you're too good to corroso

 I'm on and off so you know my shit ain't partial
 Pardon me, packin arsenals, takin knees and nostrils

 Our style is savagery, you try to be the badder G
 You ain't even the man, you just the filling, where's the cavity?
 Father be grabbin it, gravity, have the gravity grabbin
 Actually after we nigga naturally have to meet

 Hook (x4)

 Verse 2: Treach

 One check to the chin and you'll be bust quicker than liquor
 Aw shit, pop her chain and lock her rock, a city slicker
 Slick a rhyme, kick or vick her, knock her without a popper
 I take the cake, took the chain but left the lock up
 Love me or leave me, hate me or like me
 Might be gettin feisty, fuck yeah I'm sheisty
 Shit yeah, I fit there, *?sqwin?* your shit wear
 You're a trick until you niggered me a bitch without liquid
 Some thank me for puttin the hanky in panky
 Slappin stanky like lightning, stickin Yankees like Benjamin Franky
 Fuck buyin kitty cases and city lights
 Just give my loot, get your licks and get all the high titties right
 But then I'm into what you bitches is sayin
 So I wasn't really feelin on her ass, I was just massagin her brain
 The objects that I learned from the projects
 Try Treach I bet, and get your throat choked like my necks

 Hook (x2)

 Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock

 My mind thinks right, ????, pick snipes, don't pluck, I'll fuck your finger
 At any *?prejudice Presley?*, now I got more snipes than Wesley

 Test me, touch me and lay next to the rest of the best
 The rusty monks or ???? who tried to fuck me
 But see this is where I BOOM and ZOOM
 Just drive a line like a cartoonist on some SOON shit

 Adidas couldn't read us so they freed us
 Then we tried Reebok from a cheater, succeeded then got weeded
 Oh Anna, rip of some grandma's, no my Grandma from Santa Ana
 To Atlanta where cops ain't a-feared and niggas wear 'dannas
 Now tell ya lady that I'm crazy when I'm summin
 There's a party and I'm out and guess who's comin

 Hook (x4)

 Outro: Vin Rock, Treach

 Hup, hup, yeah niggas

 It's all about a slang bang
 Doin this shit lyrically on wax
 and gettin paid for it
 Word up, we don't care where you're from
 Everybody can get down with the slang bang
 We doin "rhyme-bys" on record
 Hahahaha, wooweeeeee....