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Naughty by Nature - Holiday lyrics
Chorus: [Phiness] We came here to party, join together everybody Let's celebrate (iss a party goin on) Iss a holiday (iss a party goin on) We came here to party, throw your hands up everybody Let's celebrate (iss a party goin on) Iss a holiday (iss a party goin on) [Vinnie] Once again, iss on, it's been awhile since you heard the style Yes it took a little time but now we worth your while To all of you from my crew who been waitin so long, this track caps off at that official Naughty bomb shit The Ill-town party rhyme sayer Depletin MC's like the ozone layer May acquire my desires and like vintage wine we shall sell no rhyme, before iss time I'm, the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC Microphone controller, master of ceremonies So remember why you hate me I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By Association Which meanin that you FAKE ASS NIGGAZ who connected to them SNAKE ASS NIGGAZ, don't come up in my FACE, ASS NIGGAZ You try to keep on rhymin like you did't know Naughty By Nature came to save ya from them BULLSHIT shows Chorus [Treach] The Feds pick up the balance, watchin everything that we touch But yeah I see the D stuck in the V-S-E-and-G truck They watchin us, plan on knockin us, threw binoculars My nigga I connect the bottom LOCK to the top of us You take the topic, ain't no profit But give me a picture, and a compass, and I'll do a Nostradamus Find that ass on a quick spot, catch you slippin like ice and silk solks, the cover of your album be the back of milkbox See I'm an iffer hit a shitter like an old timer Momma, I dig a vagina like a gold miner I'ma, rebel rhymer time trauma minus your momma equal a lot less drama, let me talk to you mami Maybe you could come to Dirty Jerz, New Jeru, witcha crew You bring that ass, I'll bring the brew And hit some Thug Passion, and roast some D From incense to hash'n, niggaz HOT, talkin bout crashin Chorus [Phiness] Do we (uh-huh, uh-huh) Do we Do we, dumdum-dum-dum-dum-dum [Vinnie] So yo the moral of the story in this game called rap Either we all gon' clap, or somebody gon' get clapped And I'm not down with that, sure as my name's Vin Rock In '99 I will officially re-open up the block And dedicate my life to preservation of hip-hop I'm tired of seein the people of my culture gettin shot And now I must step up because I know that's all we got I must do it, pursue it, before all the maggots make it rot Hip-Hop, it ain't gon' die, it's gon' diversify And as long as I'm alive, I'm gon' promote the I And no matter how many people try to use or difuse it It ain't nuttin like hip-hop music!! Chorus 2X [Phiness] Do we .. doo-wee Do we .. doo-wee-yeah.. Do we, dumdum-dum-dum-dum-dum |
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