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Naughty by Nature - On the Run lyrics
Treach] No crooked cops pass my pocket or my peoples cause they evil to my people Fuck procedure hope that ass can spell illegal search and seizure Banged before ain't forgettin go 'head start all your crap and get a boot from a lawsuit and a news conference at eleven Routine stops how often? Tri day before last week (word?) Always tryin to pull me over on these dark ass streets Gave the war two blocks, two middle fingers like my nigga Mr. Fuck-a-Cop Tupac so fuck them mug shots that you got My Boo stops for nathin, know that Bonnie and Clyde If that was then there'll be no Texas with you Tommy's inside Chasin cases got that badge and know you runnin the place But that ain't NAR' a fuckin reason to have them guns in my face And your attitude's, like you ain't no had no nookie (go jerk off) Shit, get your sights, get off that rookie shit Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun You did the same, thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one! [Vinnie] Hardcore on my block just because I'm black Cause I'm ghetto superstar you pull me out of my car Well motherfucker I'm not knowin what they put in yo' ear The only thing I'm transportin is my Naughty hear I don't sell coke no mo', but still I make fast dough by slangin records by the millions, what you question me fo'? Runnin my plates, registration, and insurance thus far L-X fo'-seventy's my COMPANY car So next time you think about, pullin over Uncle Vinnie I'ma call Dan Nolan, sue your whole fuckin city [Treach] Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun You did the same, thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one! So you won't, give the Illy nones Like I fucked your bitches, silly grudge Yeah protect and serve that ass, with a billy club Go the right way, to get rid of ya, political riddle ya Fuck with me I'll turn you to a traffic ticketer To put it plain I'm SICK of ya, cherry tops are pitiful Break bones and ligments, can't fix it, so dig shit To keep niggaz ig'nant, and in crap, like pig shit that's just a fragment, of what they invent, to bend shit Years were handed, for Joe, left by Judy with the booty crew but they blame the game Suzy with the snooty two (who?) The Blockout Thugs plus the hoochie crew, shit I keep my uzi too Who the fuck are you to tell a fool rules? I got somethin for those droppin a loss And somethin else for all you FAGGOTS pullin me out of my car Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun You did the same, thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one |
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