Naughty By Nature, Method Man, Redman - Rock & Roll lyrics
[Naughty By Nature, Method Man, Redman - Rock & Roll lyrics]
And y'all thought it was over
(Nah nah it ain't over 'til the
Fat bitch sings my nigga)
We ready to Rock & Roll God damn it?
(Fuck yeah) dirty Jers'
New Jerusaluem (Shaolin)
Naughty by Nature motherfuckers
(Wu Tang my niggas) grab your hat bitch
(C'mon)
Dum dum dum there they go
Gettin the realism, statin' the great prism
Journalism, the Moses writin'
Graffitti on the state prison
Hard to steal, last year, slash a pop hit
Hate related
He's the closest that I lost since Pac
(Tupac)
Got the Glock blown, ready to Rock & Roll
Give me a shot that go up the most
Cop the blow, nock us no
Finger fuck the fair place
That's in the stairway
Gut a motherfucker, gotta die to get airplay
If I can't spray the airwaves
Like a great AK you stay where you lay babe
"fuck you" is what I dare say
Hatin' niggas cuz it ain't passion
For rappin' or axin'
So sell extortion and jackin'
What's happenin'? What's that? The clappin'
They'rekidnappin' Sergeants and Captains
I'll be mackin' and actin' like a
Nigga scratchin' for super passion
(Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! C'mon)
Rotten and dazed cuz I may
Not be here tomorrow
(eye-ee-eye, eye-ee-eye)
World feel the sorrow, click clack
Blah blah blah bloaw yo
Bullets in, barrels off, urban apparel
Like I told you before, click clack
Blah blah blah bloaw yo ready to Rock & Roll
(bum bum bum bum bum) Ready to Rock & Roll
Ready to Rock & Roll
(bum bum bum bum bum) Ready to Rock & Roll
Ready to Rock & Roll
(bum bum bum bum bum) Ready to Rock & Roll
MC's have the right to remain silent
Everything you say can and will be
Held against y'all punk muh'fuckers
And Mef can only trust ya as
Far as I can see ya
Me need ya? That'll be the day, ya bustas
Son suffer, the consequences, for askin'
Competition get an ass kickin' so tremendous
I throw my draws in it
Who representin' for The Projects
Tennants since Day One?
Shit is gettin' deep out here
Run your garments son
Like niggas when the police department come
Yes y'all, Mef y'all, stank ass an' all
I'm too off the hook it don't
Make no sense to call
1-900-Eat-shit, I get get my cobra cock
Might death blow, close your eye
Ready to Rock & Roll, I lock your load
I blow the block some mo'
Undercover like sellin' cops some blow
Bring a pain killer, my name ring a bell
Orangutang, I throw it up like gang members
Crunk as fuck
Walkin' in with the pump tucked
Punks get it nigga, we even jump sluts
How 'bout a dump truck sellin' 2 for 5
I ride with tools I made
Out of school supplies
I show you it's not serious for y'all
Trouble, I got a phone on my wrist to call
(bubble)
You niggas know when you pissed 'em off
I turn gorilla with football equipment on
Cla-cloaw-cla-cloaw, I'm 'bout to tap ya foul
Danger, when the last Rotten Rascal out
Hang up, phone calls ain't gon' happen now
An' I'm straight facin'
You niggas can't ask around
(Nah nah it ain't over 'til the
Fat bitch sings my nigga)
We ready to Rock & Roll God damn it?
(Fuck yeah) dirty Jers'
New Jerusaluem (Shaolin)
Naughty by Nature motherfuckers
(Wu Tang my niggas) grab your hat bitch
(C'mon)
Dum dum dum there they go
Gettin the realism, statin' the great prism
Journalism, the Moses writin'
Graffitti on the state prison
Hard to steal, last year, slash a pop hit
Hate related
He's the closest that I lost since Pac
(Tupac)
Got the Glock blown, ready to Rock & Roll
Give me a shot that go up the most
Cop the blow, nock us no
Finger fuck the fair place
That's in the stairway
Gut a motherfucker, gotta die to get airplay
If I can't spray the airwaves
Like a great AK you stay where you lay babe
"fuck you" is what I dare say
Hatin' niggas cuz it ain't passion
For rappin' or axin'
So sell extortion and jackin'
What's happenin'? What's that? The clappin'
They'rekidnappin' Sergeants and Captains
I'll be mackin' and actin' like a
Nigga scratchin' for super passion
(Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! C'mon)
Rotten and dazed cuz I may
Not be here tomorrow
(eye-ee-eye, eye-ee-eye)
World feel the sorrow, click clack
Blah blah blah bloaw yo
Bullets in, barrels off, urban apparel
Like I told you before, click clack
Blah blah blah bloaw yo ready to Rock & Roll
(bum bum bum bum bum) Ready to Rock & Roll
Ready to Rock & Roll
(bum bum bum bum bum) Ready to Rock & Roll
Ready to Rock & Roll
(bum bum bum bum bum) Ready to Rock & Roll
MC's have the right to remain silent
Everything you say can and will be
Held against y'all punk muh'fuckers
And Mef can only trust ya as
Far as I can see ya
Me need ya? That'll be the day, ya bustas
Son suffer, the consequences, for askin'
Competition get an ass kickin' so tremendous
I throw my draws in it
Who representin' for The Projects
Tennants since Day One?
Shit is gettin' deep out here
Run your garments son
Like niggas when the police department come
Yes y'all, Mef y'all, stank ass an' all
I'm too off the hook it don't
Make no sense to call
1-900-Eat-shit, I get get my cobra cock
Might death blow, close your eye
Ready to Rock & Roll, I lock your load
I blow the block some mo'
Undercover like sellin' cops some blow
Bring a pain killer, my name ring a bell
Orangutang, I throw it up like gang members
Crunk as fuck
Walkin' in with the pump tucked
Punks get it nigga, we even jump sluts
How 'bout a dump truck sellin' 2 for 5
I ride with tools I made
Out of school supplies
I show you it's not serious for y'all
Trouble, I got a phone on my wrist to call
(bubble)
You niggas know when you pissed 'em off
I turn gorilla with football equipment on
Cla-cloaw-cla-cloaw, I'm 'bout to tap ya foul
Danger, when the last Rotten Rascal out
Hang up, phone calls ain't gon' happen now
An' I'm straight facin'
You niggas can't ask around