Rock & Roll-Naughty By Nature

Rock & Roll - Naughty By Nature (feat. Method Man, Redman) [Intro: Treach (Method Man)] And y'all thought it was over (Nah nah it ain't over 'til the fat b**ch sings my ni**a) We ready to Rock & Roll God damn it? (F**k Yeah) Dirty Jers'/New Jerusaluem (Shaolin) Naughty by Nature motherf**kers (Wu-Tang my niggaz) Grab your hat b**ch (C'mon!) [Hook: Method Man] Dum-dum-dum there they go [x4] [Treach] Gettin the realism, statin' the great prism Journalism, the Moses writin', graffitti on the state prison Hard to steal, last year, slash a pop hit Hate related, he's the closest that I lost since Pac (Tupac) Got the glock blown, ready to Rock & Roll Give me a shot that go up the most Cop the blow, nock us no Finger f**k the fair place, that's in the stairway Gut a motherf**ker, gotta die to get airplay If I can't spray the airwaves, like a great AK You stay where you lay babe, "f**k you" is what I dare say Hatin' niggaz cuz it ain't passion for rappin' or axin' So sell extortion and jackin', what's happenin'? What's that? The clappin', they'rekidnappin' Sergeants and Captains I'll be mackin' and actin' like a ni**a scratchin' for super passion (Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! C'mon!) [Chorus: Treach (Method Man)] Rotten and dazed cuz I may not be here tomorrow (eye-ee-eye, eye-ee-eye) World feel the sorrow, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo Bullets in, barrels off, urban apparel Like I told you before, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll} Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll} Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll} [Method Man] M.C.'s have the right to remain silent Everything you say can and will be held against y'all punk muh'f**kers And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya Me need ya? That'll be the.. day, ya bustas Son suffer, the consequences, for askin' Competition get an a** kickin' so tremendous I throw my draws in it Who representin' for The Projects tennants since Day One? Sh*t is gettin' deep out here, run your garments son Like niggaz when the police department come Yes y'all, Mef y'all, stank a** an' all I'm too off the hook it don't make no sense to call 1-900-Eat-sh*t, I get get my cobra cock Might death blow, close your eye [Chorus] [Redman] Ready to Rock & Roll, I lock your load I blow the block some mo' Undercover like sellin' cops some blow Bring a pain killer, my name ring a bell Orangutang, I throw it up like gang members Crunk as f**k, walkin' in with the pump tucked Punks get it ni**a, we even jump sluts How 'bout a dump truck sellin' 2 for 5 I ride with tools I made out of school supplies I show you it's not serious for y'all Trouble, I got a phone on my wrist to call (bubble) You niggaz know when you pissed 'em off I turn gorilla with football equipment on Cla-cloaw-cla-cloaw, I'm 'bout to tap ya foul Danger, when the last Rotten Rascal out Hang up, phone calls ain't gon' happen now An' I'm straight facin', you niggaz can't ask around [Chorus x2]