Slang Bang Lyrics

[Vin Rock & Treach]
Hup, yeah
Guess who's back?
Hup, hup, Naughty By Nature's in the house
Guess who's back?
setting off the 19Naughty4/ Naughty5 flavour
Guess who's back?
Word up, this is how we do things
Guess who's back?

[Chorus: x2]
'cause it's a slang bang thang
Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang

[Vin Rock & Treach]
Get up, get up but don't push me
'cause I ain't mooshy mooshy, you can't mash me
You chocolate b****** with your smile, your face looks ashy

Sending detrip with a free trip to blast out outer
See this, 'cause I'm that n**** that'll leave you a** out like G-strings

Meaning I'm fienin, your heart trips when it stay at work
So f*** fear you fear-f***, one jerk I'll make your head hurt

The punani, they're making pairs perk, who'll dare flirt
I get kitty's from your city, just near where your mans work

I be on that a** like ol' mole, turning your whole show slow-mo
'cause you're too good to corroso

I'm on and off so you know my s*** ain't partial
Pardon me, packing a***nals, taking knees and nostrils

Our style is savagery, you try to be the badder G
You ain't even the man, you just the filling, where's the cavity?
Father be grabbing it, gravity, have the gravity grabbing
Actually after we n**** naturally have to meet
[Chorus: x4]

One check to the chin and you'll be bust quicker than liquor
Aw s***, pop her chain and lock her rock, a city slicker
Slick a rhyme, kick or vick her, knock her without a popper
I take the cake, took the chain but left the lock up
Love me or leave me, hate me or like me
Might be getting feisty, f*** yeah I'm sheisty
s*** yeah, I fit there, sqwin your s*** wear
You're a trick until you n*****ed me a b**** without liquid
Some thank me for putting the hanky in panky
Slapping stanky like lightning, sticking Yankees like Benjamin Franky
f*** buying kitty cases and city lights
Just give my loot, get your licks and get all the high t****** right
But then I'm into what you b****** is saying
So I wasn't really feeling on her a**, I was just massaging her brain
The objects that I learned from the projects
Try Treach I bet, and get your throat choked like my necks
[Chorus: x3]

[Treach & Vin Rock]
My mind thinks right ? pick snipes, don't pluck, I'll f*** your finger
At any prejudice Presley, now I got more snipes than Wesley

Test me, touch me and lay next to the rest of the best
The rusty monks or ? who tried to f*** me
But see this is where I boom and zoom
Just drive a line like a cartoonist on some soon s***

Adidas couldn't read us so they freed us
Then we tried Reebok from a cheater, succeeded then got weeded
Oh Anna, rip of some grandma's, no my Grandma from Santa Ana
To Atlanta where cops ain't a-feared and n***** wear 'dannas
Now tell ya lady that I'm crazy when I'm something
There's a party and I'm out and guess who's coming

[Chorus: x4]

[Vin Rock & Treach]

Hup, hup, yeah n*****
It's all about a slang bang
Doing this s*** lyrically on wax
and getting paid for it
Word up, we don't care where you're from
Everybody can get down with the slang bang
We doin "rhyme-bys" on record
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Poverty's Paradise (1995)