Tytuł: Chorus - phiness

• Wykonawca: Naughty By Nature
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   CHORUS
  It's workin' It's workin'
  Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!
  
  I play for keeps sidewalks and streets we reign and we pop and daily
  routine sweeps.
  It's the fanatic can't kick the habit so there you have it I'm a
  addict.
  When I'm near the mike I gots to grab it. Rip the system to shreds grab
  the braids in my head.
  Everybody get lifted remember the rhyme said. This is your introduction
  to the new episode.
  With the Double I countin' down to explode.
  Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more, livin' rotten to the
  core
  everybody to the right, cause all I got left is my flow.
  I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a record ocean. Uh oh, I guess
  it's going' down, not now, right now.
  So I got down with the git down for Illtown. Figure it's the fine
  fanny,
  I miss my mammy.
  And you could ask my uncle Randy, I'm grateful for my granny nanny
  that's
  my mother's mammy. Two tittle brothers with different fathers but we're
  still family.
  Forget how rough I had it, let's see how smooth it gets. Cuz I might
  wind
  up doing that same old cruddy shit.
  Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood. Back cockin',
  buckshottin', your ass is shot.
  
  CHORUS
  It's workin', It's workin'
  Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!
  
  Can you chill a can can you spill a can can you kill a can I know I can
  I
  know I can I know I can can an American a Republican tucking with this
  African can from this kian land I know I can It's a war wick wick wick
  wack that's Dionne Dionne should have predicted her quick trip and
  Stayed
  cool like fuckin' freon Or get frozen for eons and beyond bein' the
  unbelievable bastard I be Well belive that shit's some be on Settle the
  score check Melba needs Moore since now she poor looks to get richer by
  puttin' rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step
  KLICKOW' Your ass like Calvin so butts get kicked now forgive the enemy
  be
  a friend of me you teach but forgivin' ain't seem my music crushed in
  the
  streets preach love practice hate break tapes and chatterin' Streaks on
  your structure Stain your whole establishment let's get specific style
  that's horiorific twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic
  we'll lift it then shift it brandish the biscuit finish you nitwit
  cancel
  Christmas won't stop this slick shit
  
  
  CHORUS
  It's workin', It's workin'
  Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!
  
  time to do sit up I'm a loose nut watch crews get cut bring it to my
  illtown grounds and lose your butts but whaqt is the matter matter
  of fact I don't wanna hear you talk so close your trap
  
  Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter see Dolores sucka
  truck I shoula told you Large Marge sent her two chocolates away from
  being sloppy in bunches with no lunches step with the punches and try
  some
  butt crunches get your hands clappin front and the back and keep a cool
  head for all my swingers packin attackin' back in the motherfuckin'
  house
  done travelled a milion miles and I'm still kickin' styles backsnack
  taht
  ass back now how's about that? you feel about as shitty as a baby's
  unwiped ass crack I'll crack a bat dead on the back black and leave you
  layin' there flat as a flapjack
  
  We ain't friends to the end I blasted Chuckie after this instead of beef
  you'll be givin me chicken at Kentucky lackin' lucky so worlds fear
  these
  and there'll be no more you Ooh! ooh! like no world's series
  
  Never a fad and madder than mad and radical rude rottin' razxkal kid man
  what's happenin'? check the skills on the real it's best to chill don't
  be
  caught in the down the hill ordeal it's ill
  
  man this shit is deep huh! I'm goin' deep undercover like a muhfucker
  way
  beneath the sheets full blows get thrown to the upper dome and continue
  to
  go on until you're up and gone
  
  When we spot a block knok no tellin' where the rest will go hustle with
  my
  friends straight ballin' like testicles bowlin for dollars rollin' for
  hours rappers the pin strike is my friend they be took out in groups of
  ten
  
  scoopin' change you'll be like "Who's that group again?" on the ground
  with no sound with just boots and chins yeah and ya don't stop lust
  check
  out us Illtown niggaz rock