Intro: Vin Rock Treach



Hup yeah Guess who's back?

Hup hup Naughty By Nature's in the house Guess who's back?

settin off the 19Naughty4/ Naughty5 flavour Guess who's back?

Word up this is how we do things Guess who's back?

Uhh



Hook: (x2)



Cos it's a slang bang thang

Slang bang it's a slang bang thang a slang bang thang



Verse 1: Vin Rock Treach



Hup

Get up get up but don't push me

cos I ain't mooshy mooshy, you can't mash me

You chocolate bastard with your smile, your face looks ashy



Sendin detrip witta free trip to blast out outer

See this, cos I'm that nigga that'll leave you ass out like G-strings



Meanin I'm fienin, your heart trips when it stay at work

So fuck fear you fear-fuck, 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 ass like ol' mole, turnin your whole show slow-mo

Cos you're too good to corroso



I'm on and off so you know my shit ain't partial

Pardon me, packin arsenals, takin 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 grabbin it, gravity, have the gravity grabbin

Actually after we nigga naturally have to meet



Hook (x4)



Verse 2: Treach



One check to the chin and you'll be bust quicker than liquor

Aw shit, 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 gettin feisty, fuck yeah I'm sheisty

Shit yeah, I fit there, *?sqwin?* your shit wear

You're a trick until you niggered me a bitch without liquid

Some thank me for puttin the hanky in panky

Slappin stanky like lightning, stickin Yankees like Benjamin Franky

Fuck buyin kitty cases and city lights

Just give my loot, get your licks and get all the high titties right

But then I'm into what you bitches is sayin

So I wasn't really feelin on her ass, I was just massagin her brain

The objects that I learned from the projects

Try Treach I bet, and get your throat choked like my necks



Hook (x2)



Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock



My mind thinks right, ????, pick snipes, don't pluck, I'll fuck 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 fuck me

But see this is where I BOOM and ZOOM

Just drive a line like a cartoonist on some SOON shit



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 niggas wear 'dannas

Now tell ya lady that I'm crazy when I'm summin

There's a party and I'm out and guess who's comin



Hook (x4)



Outro: Vin Rock, Treach



Hup, hup, yeah niggas



It's all about a slang bang

Doin this shit lyrically on wax

and gettin 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

Hahahaha, wooweeeeee....