Slang Bang Lyrics

Slang Bang

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 as* out like G-strings

Meanin I`m fienin, your heart trips when it stay at work
So f**k fear you fear-f**k, 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 as* 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 sh*t 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, f**k yeah I`m sheisty
Shit yeah, I fit there, *?sqwin?* your sh*t wear
You`re a trick until you niggered me a bit*h without liquid
Some thank me for puttin the hanky in panky
Slappin stanky like lightning, stickin Yankees like Benjamin Franky
f**k 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 bit*hes 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 f**k 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**k 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 sh*t 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........