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Naughty By Nature - Hip Hop Hooray
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Naughty By Nature - O.P.P.
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Naughty By Nature - Jamboree
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Naughty By Nature - Pin The Tail On The Donkey
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Naughty By Nature - Feel Me Flow
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Naughty By Nature - Holiday
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Naughty By Nature - Yoke The Joker
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Naughty By Nature - Uptown Anthem
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Naughty By Nature - We Could Do It
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Naughty By Nature - Mourn You Til I Join You
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Naughty By Nature - 123
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Naughty By Nature - Chain Remains
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Naughty By Nature - City Of Ci Lo
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Naughty By Nature - Clap Yo Hands
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Naughty By Nature - Craziest
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Naughty By Nature - Dirt All By My Lonely
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Naughty By Nature - Everyday All Day
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Naughty By Nature - Everything's Gonna Be Alright
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Naughty By Nature - Family Tree
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Naughty By Nature - Feels Good
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Naughty By Nature - Ghetto Bastard
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Naughty By Nature - Guard Your Grill
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Naughty By Nature - Hang Out And Hustle
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Naughty By Nature - Holdin Fort
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Naughty By Nature - Hot Potato (Feat. Freddie Foxxx)
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Naughty By Nature - It's On
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Naughty By Nature - It's Workin'
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Naughty By Nature - Klickow Klickow
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Naughty By Nature - Let The Ho's Go
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Naughty By Nature - Live Or Die
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Naughty By Nature - Live Than Lay
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Naughty By Nature - Nothin' To Lose (Naughty Live)
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Naughty By Nature - On The Run
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Naughty By Nature - Radio
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Naughty By Nature - Respect Due
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Naughty By Nature - Rhyme'll Shine On
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Naughty By Nature - Ring the Alarm
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Naughty By Nature - Slang Bang
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Naughty By Nature - Strike A Nerve
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Naughty By Nature - Sunshine
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Naughty By Nature - Thankx For Sleepwalking
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Naughty By Nature - The Blues
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Naughty By Nature - Thugs & Hustlers
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Naughty By Nature - Wicked Bounce
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Naughty By Nature - Wickedest Man Alive
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Naughty By Nature - Work
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Naughty By Nature - World Goes Round
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Naughty By Nature - Would've Done The Same For Me
Hot Potato (Feat. Freddie Foxxx)
Naughty By Nature
Mic check 1-2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the
mic
And your rhyme better be fat, or you might have to
fight
Yeah, there's no escape from the terrordome
You know I'm nice when I'm bustin fat rhymes on the
metronome
MC's never pass the mic to the Foxxx, cause
Once I bust a fat rhyme, you be a has-was
I beat you down on stage and when the battle's over
You'll be leaving your show in a hearse Nova
I'm flippin the x's three times and I'm back again
See, on my way down stage they had me strapped in
But once I hit New York and they losened the chains
I went and bought me a Tec, now I'm wild, insane
I'm on a hunt for a rapper who wanna turn singer
I got my beat-em-down bat and a itchy finger
So if you're nice with the mic and you wanna flip
I'm the rap bounty hunter and it's time to get yo ass
whipped
Yeah, I'm comin from the streets, pop
And please fight back, so you can get dropped
It's time to see who's nice and who can really rap
I smack the taste out your mouth, you wanna be a mack
I'm not tryin to shake the water and wake the gator
But I'ma pass the mic like a hot potato
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
(1 - 2 - 3- 4)
[ Treach ]
You fly high...
I heard your tape, then flipped the next side lookin
for the def side
You couldn't be alright if I erased your left side
Who's wet dried when Treach tried, next died
I'm gonna slide your wet wide, so step side
Any dull raps get the skull caps pulled back full
breeze
Blastin your ass back at full speed
Hoes in flow, you know, bimbo
And won't stop prayin and playin until I'm layin up in
fo'
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
I got a solid hip below the belt to make your nuts not
grow
Here's to all crews that been wack
I got a thinkin cap with raps I attached with a chin
strap
Flash past your girl who's def in the flesh
Yes, you can't believe that she said
"Treach"
The wicked-a-wicked-a-wully-bully
Bad and fully and surely bad
Ready and willy gettin ???? glad
Dissed in hell and fell in fire
I attack your back, force you to retire with a wet
wire
Give you the whip appeal like Toby
Listen, oldie but goldie
Take the dough from all who owe me
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
(1 - 2 - 3- 4)
[ Freddie Foxxx ]
If a rapper disrespect me I smack him in his mouth
I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat - boom!
then I knock him out
I keep heat and keep the clips in my sock
When my glock get hot you punk niggas better leave the
block
Yeah, Freddie Foxxx on a rampage
Every time I touch the mic the police is standin front
stage
Cause I been labelled as a troublemaker
I send my baddest girl to your house to play the heart
breaker
She'll lay you down and put hickeys on your chest
Then turn around and blast you with a .33 shot Tec
You couldn't rap, you was wack from the get-go
So you got bumped off by my head hoe
Called by the Militant Mack, my mentality is jail
Long as I'm strapped I can't fail
Check this, I take the bass and I bust you in the eye
with it
A piece of steel with a screen on top, I'm gettin fly
with it
I'm bringin suckers to the street again
Cause them same broke-ass niggas ridin on my meat
again
Mr. Microphone flipped the beat again
Suckers got caught with the rhyme, felt the heat again
I'm breakin it down, lettin you know I'm never lettin
go
I beat your brother down, punk, just to let you know
This is hip-hop, gee, not 'hit pop'
You mess around with the beats, get your boots knocked
I'ma slide, I'm in her when I see you suckers later
As I pass the mic like a hot potato
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
(1 - 2 - 3- 4)
[ Treach ]
Shrimps attempt to get pimped when playin pimp, why
Sleepin with a limp eye
Pass the hot potato, Treach done ???? chop to french
fries
Mad as a murder vet, man, it'll hurt a set
Well, to hell with you and your fat-o with the gurtle
neck
So ol' golddigger, dig some dirt, there you have it
Want ring or a marriage, go get the carrot from a
rabbit
Before I stab him for his lucky foot
Hit him with a puffy hook, hit the hare, now look how
lucky looks
I'm not a chip on your shoulder, I'm a boulder on a
path
Left a gash, you catch a headache in your ass
Class I'm disrespectin, I won't see you trippin, clown
Shh - when I do, you be trippin, slippin and fallin
down
All's left to call cops
When I smack you with a leather wig and make you
suckers suede bald spots
Chip-chop, flip the hip-hop, I chuckle
You couldn't knock boots with a muthafuckin knuckle
It's on, what's more, talk and get a boo-boo from your
jaw
It's easy as 1-2-3-4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
(1 - 2 - 3- 4)
[ Treach ]
That's what I'm talkin 'bout
Word up
4 potatos
4 verses
Some hard rough stuff for all those hungry MC's out
there, you know sayin?
[ Freddie Foxxx ]
Yeah baby
Nothin commercial about this
The Militant Mack in the house
And I got a right hand for all that try to stand in my
face and front
Believe that
And I'm comin straight from the streets.