Lyrics:
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid
We'll take the wackest song and make it better
Remember to let us into your skin
Cause then you'll
dope to take your custos out the line
I keep a new check every two weeks like I'm workin' on the line
Listen, ahh, hmm
But me not at the plant
I got
watch the clock
Lay back baby doll and I'll rock the cock
Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty
I'm the man
I take you out to the finest
between rap, you and the rock and roll community
But unity between country music and MCs, I'm claiming immunity
Still I'm working, sawing, milling this
Do me and get away
I got a glimpse of your license plate
N-W-A."
[Chorus: x2]
She was Chubby and
Ready to Rock
Naughty By Nature and
Part
G-G-G-G-G Mix
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm 'cause I'm a G
And I'm
G-G-G-G-G Mix
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm 'cause I'm a G
And I'm
plans an I'll make you hold up your hands
And I ain't talking 'bout a stadium filled with my fans
I'm talking about your cranium about to be smashed
Cant
niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it with some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
of your license plate
N-W-A."
[REFRAIN (x2)]
She was Chubb-y and
ready to Rock
Naughty By Nature and
part of my private stock and
ridin in the relax
frame
Well nigga roll me a mic
And let me smoke it til' I'm high
If you ever seen me rock than you know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
a point that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
Your head with oil lots of oil
Make it run like water, watch it
again, you had enough? Say when
I am the man with the six-pack of Heineken
I get tipsy
But never in your life try to dis me
'cause I don't battle
cans
I got your bitch up in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
as a box of rocks
Number four in your class? I don't think so
I have the high school transcript to prove it
Okay, well show me! I'm not trying
To hear none
Team boogie down in the house and it's on
And ya don't stop, punk crews can't top this
Bad land's in the house I'm out to rock it, Beatstreet!
on the floor
And I mix the darks and whites
Oh baby, your kisses are pure
And the sex lasts for hours
You want me more the less I shower
I'm a sight
a point that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
Your head with oil--lots of oil
Make it run like water, watch it
a hoe when I'm the best huh
Got a different fitted but I'm in the same vest huh
White tee, rolling with some twins Johnny Test
Mighty Fresh when I step
Elon Musk runs
I'm getting paper currency don't tell me about your doge coins
Whatever alcoholic brand is on the rocks I'm gonna pop
Petroleum for
After you, your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex
I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A TEC-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas with so much lead
get some weed. Mix it with my tea. What?! Man, that shit is weak.
What you want is Percocets and mix ‘em with your Pepsi… here. Got some Heines or some
everywhere watchin the show)
(Mi come to rock ya whether you're black or you're white)
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by
uh-huh, uh-huh
When you take me by the hand
Tell me I'm your lovin' man
When you give me all your love
And do it, babe, the very best you can
Oh, that's
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