Strike A Nerve Lyrics

Strike A Nerve lyrics

Intro: Vin Rock

(Strike a nerve)
Yo bit*h, it was some bit*h in a seminar
talkin bout you had to get up early to wax this
(Strike a nerve)
Them other motherf**kers said you couldn`t even wax that dirty bit*h
So wassup y`all?
(Strike a nerve)

Verse 1: Treach

I get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the f**k up, ho"
Shit, shaved, and bathed e`ryday then I must go
Ugh, this is Everyday All Day, let`s all say
Pluckin enough and roughin em up and f**kin em up always
Bet, let`s talk about a back flash, ya jackass
That fast you flash witta match, your fast rap
And even though you didn`t know me before the flow solo
It`s no slow way to go, bolos I throw or sold
Let`s pick a bit*h to pick with, peekaboo
I see you thru your crew, now whatchu wanna do?
After that, caps off to the black frost
My pants always sag cos I rap my as* off (Oooooh)
You wanna talk about a badboy *?sanchoi?*
I`m bad as they come, chum, straight up ricochet rap style
To Vin Rock and KayGee, I`m the baby
Droppin the ladies, cravin ya maybe, I have the right to be lazy
Got more stretch to my swing and the stretch of a chicken wing
The flavor is bacon and its cravin is icecream
I`m too trucked to be f**ked and too live, otherwise
Ya drive by`s smuffler, word to the mother, my brother eyed
Runnin and comin, drama starin wit a stellar
I need so many lumps, I`ll use your head as a braille book
Many friends ships ink, quick, fast
It`ll take a dollar worth of gas to outlast your little tired ass
You tried to swing this way, you little swifty
(Ha ha ha, slum bit*hes still miss me)
I do the dumpin, humpin, clappin like thunder
and that`s comin from a land down under

Interlude:

Yo, I`m sick of dis shit, man
Niggas tryin to cut, they rocks none (Strike a nerve)
Yo, they tryin to make us drop, Vin Rock sayin he don`t rock enough
Yo kick that shit

Verse 2: Vin Rock

Prepare for the worst, cos I ain`t livin loss
I wouldn`t just give a f**k, cos givin is free and my f**k`s cost
????? your loss in The Source, cos I know no way
I been there before, maybe 5-6 times a day
Sometimes I put my hands on my head when I`m done, from
and wondered to myself where did dat def sh*t come from?
And then I think about the Naughty and the Nature in it
and then the Flavor then the figures while I`m flowin wit it
So I won`t give up, stop, stall, quit, ya kitten
You can`t touch this, f**k what them throats written
I got tracks, better known as snaps, far forbidden
And the warm do, I know, I know how to make ya feel it
I`ll take a head, I`ll make ya spread and now lay back
I tell you once, I tell you twice, Vinnie don`t play that (You don`t?)
So don`t start, there will be none is the lesson, folks
I hate cigarettes but my Smith & Wessun smokes
>From anywhere, from any corner, anytime that`s right
Who you bashin? I go blast in broad daylight
You stand hard, you look hard, yeah, your figure`s soft
I got nuff props from buckshots that niggas caught
Ya say you can`t go to the takin me out close
Huh, in that case, you shoulda named your album "Almost"
I wouldn`t rely on the try if I was you, yo
Cos I`m turnin tries into "oh oh`s" and "hell no`s"
I wouldn`t be caught dead witchu up in tryin it
And if I was goin, I get my stiff as* up and rip shit
I can`t go out like a wooden sock with padlocks
I`ll leave tacks tiny and slimy like snot spots
I write a day, to me, it`s a common caper
Say so much shit, huh, I write my rhymes on toilet paper

Interlude:

Yeah, Vin Rock, backbone of Naughty By Nature, y`knowI`msayin?
(Strike a nerve)
That`s right, so everybody sleepin on the up, stay off of my dick
(Strike a nerve)
We`re gonna stomp this time around, word up
(Strike a nerve)

Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock

Look who`s mother`s in the studio, thirty sons and daughters
Mrs. Happy Thing is in the back catchin quarters
Come and try to run wit it, never in a lifetime
Thirty ????? could act at Caesar`s, still I bet I get mine
I heard your girl`s havin a baby, now will what she have?
A bag of dope, a bottle, or crack, or a sess bag
There ain`t a part of me with `sorry` written on it, slick
You couldn`t rock a crooked cradle, you f**kin prick
The way I rock could shit, you just often like it
My style`s so fat I had to throw it on a water diet
Bullshit ya not, I ain`t the type to be f**kin with
Wreckin with, and if I mic attest it, I`ll be neckin it
Onslaught at an encore, you stinkin rat
You`re so dumb you tried to buy a f**kin thinkin cap
Now that tells us in a sec right where your head is at
In between some bit*h`s legs, lookin as* and lap
My name is Treach, remember this and don`t you ever `fess
That`s a shame, I get two minutes just to say "Next!"
f**k who follows you, you and them could help each other
I treat you both like any other motherf**kin runner
This is the Flavor, tasty although sugar-free
So have a Coke, have a smile and have a booger, G

(Why?) Cos you don`t mean sh*t to me
I`ma take you ????? where good shit`s meant to be
I rock a rhyme that`ll be a straight up def track
Droppin more sh*t than white castles and neck slacks
A studio to me is just a chance to rock, G
I rock and rock, god damn, call me VinRocky (ha ha)
It`s just what the f**k I`m talkin bout
I say one thing and your whole crew`s walkin out
So do the lyric here, this is one lyric less
If I were you, I`d take and throw em on his f**kin neck
Something that flow should come straight from the horse`s mouth
Mr. Ed`s dead so his as* is the best way out
Shit man for hire, this hitman is the law
I run more tracks than a San Francisco trolley car
Prepare for the win-te, oh yeah
I could write your f**kin album and you`ll soon be the last one there
I start to heat up and rip sh*t in one, see
You couldn`t get it hard if the eyes were on Broad Street
So don`t you ever never tell me I`m not good enough
I got more stuff than a teddy bear, from as* to gut
This is a solid you could never outlast
If bullshit was worth a dime, you`d have a job in a cow`s ass