Queen Latifah, Naughty By Nature - Sleepin’ on Jersey lyrics

Naughty naughty (yeah) Word up
Naughty (yeah) Word up
Naughty (yeah) Word up
Naughty (yeah) Word up

I'm takin' tricky routes in a Dickies suit
Tougher than a trucker
Harder as a bucko plus
A ashy knuckle motherfucker
19 Naughty 1 through Naughty 9, I'm housin'
Plus the year Treach Thousand
Back trigger hap, did you figure that
With a bigger bat
With a rap tough as a nigga nap
Tell him to drop through
Hookers gettin' dropped too
What do I think about you?
And put it on a box and stamp it
So I can FedEx your ass to Kansas
I put a few blows in cargo
So you could tongue twist your
Ass back to Chicago
I'm servin' force, fightin' mighty hard
I did too much to get real hip
Hop back to give it back y'all
Took it to your face, took it to your chest
Go and kiss your cutie with
My nuts on her breath, yup!

Listen up bad boy, rude boy
Control so here we go-o

A lot of ho's heard of me, won't murder me
I had surgery, quick I had a doctor stitch
A condom to my shit
And it won't slay no bug spray, break
Or bust if 5-O trouble, like a bubble
Than I just double up
Stare me up and down, try your luck around
You could put your dick through a
Hula hoop and couldn't fuck around
Come try me on a slow day like no day
A ho day like yo day, ho hay take a
I love you too, give me some loot
Vin pushes an Ac, Kay pushes a van
And Treach still pushes boots
Just when you thought you wasn't bought
I smack your ass with your
Then dump you in north Newark
You's a motherfuckin' good sport
Your own pain you bought
You did before you thought
No one can act like they ain't heard of me
Have mercy now motherfuckers might stop
Sleepin' on Jersey

Listen up bad boy, rude boy
Control so here we go-o

Funky style gettin' fuckin' wild
Some monkeys diss, talk shit, speak
And smile
Sometimes I diss, sometimes I break
Talk behind my motherfuckin' back I'm
Takin' off your fuckin' face
Roughneck, god you rudeboy
You got jacked for ya stuffed like a cactus
Now act like an actress
Someone throws a show so
They play musical mattress
Never turn Charlie Good, turn burn Hollywood
Burn who the hell is concerned
What the blacks earn?
Not a motherfuckin' soul unless
You sell your soul or your record sales blow
I ain't your everyday Tom or Tommy
I ain't your boy, don't play me
Don't play me boy
The bad does dirt, the good gets hurt
You could get murked, the hood comes first
Waxin' that ass, fuck a car wash
Turnin' your ass like a doorknob
No one can act like they ain't heard of me
Now motherfuckers might stop
Sleepin' on Jersey

Listen up bad boy, rude boy
Control so here we go-o

Yeah! Naughtyword up