Lyrical Breakdown of 19 Naughty III - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Naughty by Nature weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "19 Naughty III" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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(1993) the brand new beginning
A brand new year (1993)
The season of the cruddy niggas, ha! (1993)
The super producer Kay Gee is in the motherfuckin' house (1993)
And on the microphone, the naughty boy number two, Vin Rock is in this place (1993)
Ha, and finally (1993)
The king of the panty raid, punani don Treach (1993)
Wrecking up the set, ha! (1993)
Now, coming straight from a hundred and eighteenth street (1993)
Ill Town, East Orange
Naughty by Nature introduces (1993)
Ha, the year we take no shorts (1993)
Anybody caught dissin', we're takin' it straight to your motherfuckin' face (1993)
Ha, and we ain't bullshittin' (1993)
Ha! (1993)
Ha-ha! (1993)
Three!
Here we go (here we go), come on (come on)
Oh, here we go (here we go), come on (come on)
As long as I can shit solids and piss liquids I'ma kick it
I ain't got to say I'm wicked scalping ass whippin' tickets
And for those who has to swear we stay here
We don't relief to the streets nobody in there helped us outta here
Pile up the switch up, switch up the style up
Say something fouled up, you come to step to us, I say you're towered
Go and get your neck knocked off
Get a wreck off, so step off before you wipe the floor like a step cloth
They like to do all, jumpin' bones on the low like judo
My bite leaves your brain feeling light like dum-dum-doo-do
You know I order flows to go 'cause my froze and go
Having mo' than yours, door to door and much mo' in sto'
Keep your nose on my dough
How much I made?, don't guess, just grin!
Just know my income comes in
There's really nothing left to throw
Tell us where's the flow to show
Uh oh, so here we go
Here we go (here we go, here we go), come on (come on)
Oh, here we go (here we go), come on (come on)
Oh, here we go (here we go), come on (come on)
Oh, here we go (here we go), come on (come on)
You ain't hard enough to hit wind, knock down breath fight through rain
Here's the perfect record, scarin' rappers with my name
And if you can't say hello at the same show
Then don't sit your R&B ass in the same row
'Cause I might have a fit y'all
I might try to twist your wig off then tell you when the hits off
Prissy ass of the week
Has a dissy ass of the month
Papa just says he rappin' to a sissy slum
End all for your whole body snotty, oh no
I got more talent in my shrinkin' stinkin' pinky toe
I didn't know how many rhymes that flow
I sprouted talent, started music in my notebooks all that counts
So it's time to make em shout
The way we feel we might drop another album two days after this one comes out
Word to rap I won't let
For no one to know, ho, so, here we go
Here we go (here we go), come on (come on)
Oh, here we go (here we go), come on (come on)
Oh, here we go (here we go), come on (come on)
Oh, here we go (here we go), come on (come on)
My circle working hurt the urkel, now the vertical skirt show jerk
They get so fat they get had by the mad circle
And what you gonna feel?
How you gonna feel when I flow? Oh
I wanna know, I wanna know, I want to know
Yo, I'm the fear of the year, yeah, I'm that fear
And I'm the same trigga nigga from last year
A plenty of MCs is lackin', writin' slicker I'm whippin'
And if your girl is missin' that's the new kitten I'm hittin'
So don't put out an A.P.B, put out an O.P.P
Done by you know me, he-he
Hanging like a tassel, honey wanna wrassle
I tear you a new hiney like the rotten rascals
Past hoes have no place to roam, they're alone
So find them on their asses, send the hoes home
And best not have an attitude
If you every ho with an attitude, if I stomp you that should flatter you
Never diss the flavor unit 'cause well do a battle you, punch it out of you
They might want to battle you
We got tricky, hes for the tricky shes
We got La, Salt N Pepa, Yo-Yo, Lyte and Nikki D
And they come figure in the Higgy G
And how your lost ass was found is still a fuckin' mystery
And you can bring any one friend
I'll leave you cryin' like an onion walking crooked-like up on your heel
Here we go (here we go), come on (come on)
Oh, here we go (here we go), come on (come on)
Oh, here we go (here we go), come on (come on)
Oh, here we go (here we go), come on (come on)
Oh, here we go