Strike a Nerve

Strike a Nerve

歌手:Naughty by Nature

所属专辑:Naughty By Nature

发行时间:2038-01-19

发行公司:Tommy Boy Music

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作词 : V. Brown/A. Criss/K. Gist
作曲 : V. Brown/A. Criss/K. Gist
Yo *****, it was some ***** in a seminar
Talkin' 'bout you, had to get up early to wax this(Strike a nerve)
Them other ************s said, you couldn't even wax that dirty *****
So wassup y'all?(Strike a nerve)
I get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the **** up, ho"
****, shaved and bathed a day, then
I must goUgh, this is Everyday All Day, let's all say
Pluckin' enough and roughin' 'em up and ****in' '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 ***** to pick with peekaboo
I see you through your crew, now whatchu wanna do?
After that, caps off to the black frost
My pants always sag 'cause
I rap my ass off You wanna talk about a badboy '
Sanchoi'I'm bad as they come, chum, and nasty like
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 it's cravin', is ice cream
I'm too trucked to be ****ed 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 *****es still miss me
I do the dumpin', humpin', clappin' like thunder
And that's comin' from a land down under
Yo, I'm sick of dis ****, man
****** 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 ****
Prepare for the worst 'cause
I ain't livin' lose
I wouldn't just give a **** 'cause givin' is free and my ****'s cost your loss in
The Source 'cause 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 **** 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, **** 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
So don't start, there will be none is the lesson, folks
I hate cigarettes but my Smith-N-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 ****** 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'Cause 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 ass up and rip ****
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 ****, huh,
I write my rhymes on toilet paper Yeah, Vin
Rock, backbone of Naughty By Nature, y'know
I'msayin'?(Strike a nerve)
That's right, so everybody sleepin' on the up, stay off of my ****(Strike a nerve)
We're gonna stomp this time around, word up(Strike a nerve)
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 ****, 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 ****in' prick
The way I rock could ****, you just often like it
My style's so fat,
I had to throw it on a water diet
********, ya not,
I ain't the type to be ****in' 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 ****in' thinkin' cap
Now that tells us in a sec, right where your head is at
In between some *****'s legs, lookin' ass 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"
****, who follows you, you and them could help each other
I treat you both like any other **********in' runner
This is the Flavor, tasty although sugar-free
So have a Coke, have a smile and have a booger,
GWhy? 'Cause you don't mean **** to me
I'ma take you where good ****'s meant to be
I rock a rhyme that'll be a straight up def track
Droppin' more **** than white castles and neck slacks
A studio to me is just a chance to rock,
GI rock and rock, goddamn, call me
VinRockyIt's just what the ****
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 ****in' neck
Something that flow should come straight from the horse's mouth
Mr. Ed's dead, so his ass is the best way out
****, man for hire, this hitman is the law
I run more tracks than a
San Francisco trolley car
Prepare for the winter, oh, yeah
I could write your ****in' album and you'll soon be the last one there
I start to heat up and rip **** 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 ass to gut
This is a solid, you could never outlast
If ******** was worth a dime, you'd have a job in a cow's ass
[00:00.000] 作词 : V. Brown/A. Criss/K. Gist
[00:01.000] 作曲 : V. Brown/A. Criss/K. Gist
[00:56.64]Yo *****, it was some ***** in a seminar
[00:58.77]Talkin' 'bout you, had to get up early to wax this(Strike a nerve)
[01:01.09]Them other ************s said, you couldn't even wax that dirty *****
[01:03.61]So wassup y'all?(Strike a nerve)
[01:05.85]I get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the **** up, ho"
[01:08.29]****, shaved and bathed a day, then
[01:10.47]I must goUgh, this is Everyday All Day, let's all say
[01:12.39]Pluckin' enough and roughin' 'em up and ****in' 'em up always
[01:14.17]Bet, let's talk about a back flash, ya jackass
[01:17.67]That fast you flash witta match, your fast rap
[01:19.92]And even though you didn't know me before the flow solo
[01:22.48]It's no slow way to go, bolos
[01:24.93]I throw or sold Let's pick a ***** to pick with peekaboo
[01:27.03]I see you through your crew, now whatchu wanna do?
[01:29.71]After that, caps off to the black frost
[01:31.87]My pants always sag 'cause
[01:36.34]I rap my ass off You wanna talk about a badboy '
[01:39.70]Sanchoi'I'm bad as they come, chum, and nasty like
[01:42.96]To Vin Rock and KayGee, I'm the baby
[01:45.92]Droppin' the ladies, cravin' ya maybe,
[01:47.52]I have the right to be lazy
[01:48.30]Got more stretch to my swing and the stretch of a chicken wing
[01:50.61]The flavor is bacon and it's cravin', is ice cream
[01:52.91]I'm too trucked to be ****ed and too live, otherwise
[01:55.25]Ya drive by's smuffler, word to the mother, my brother eyed
[01:57.70]Runnin' and comin', drama starin' wit a stellar
[02:00.03]I need so many lumps,I'll use your head as a braille book
[02:02.65]Many friends ships ink, quick, fast
[02:04.55]It'll take a dollar worth of gas to outlast your little tired ass
[02:07.32]You tried to swing this way, you little swifty
[02:09.56]Ha, ha, ha, slum *****es still miss me
[02:12.17]I do the dumpin', humpin', clappin' like thunder
[02:14.41]And that's comin' from a land down under
[02:16.82]Yo, I'm sick of dis ****, man
[02:19.01]****** tryin' to cut, they rocks none(Strike a nerve)
[02:21.44]Yo, they tryin' to make us drop
[02:23.42]Vin Rock sayin' he don't rock enough Yo, kick that ****
[02:25.72]Prepare for the worst 'cause
[02:28.20]I ain't livin' lose
[02:30.46]I wouldn't just give a **** 'cause givin' is free and my ****'s cost your loss in
[02:32.94]The Source 'cause I know no way
[02:34.12]I been there before, maybe 5-6 times a day
[02:35.74]Sometimes I put my hands on my head when
[02:37.72]I'm done, from
[02:39.04]And wondered to myself where did dat def **** come from?
[02:40.39]And then I think about the
[02:41.96]Naughty and the Nature in it And then the
[02:43.76]Flavor, then the figures, while
[02:45.33]I'm flowin' wit it
[02:47.61]So I won't give up, stop, stall, quit, ya kitten
[02:49.04]You can't touch this, **** what them throats written
[02:50.15]I got tracks, better known as snaps, far forbidden
[02:52.14]And the warm do,
[02:53.20]I know, I know how to make ya feel it
[02:54.71]I'll take a head,
[02:55.95]I'll make ya spread and now lay back
[02:56.92]I tell you once,I tell you twice,Vinnie don't play that
[02:59.16]So don't start, there will be none is the lesson, folks
[03:01.58]I hate cigarettes but my Smith-N-Wessun smokes
[03:03.90]From anywhere, from any corner, anytime that's right
[03:06.24]Who you bashin'?I go blast in broad daylight
[03:08.58]You stand hard, you look hard, yeah, your figure's soft
[03:10.92]I got nuff props from buckshots that ****** caught
[03:13.40]Ya say you can't go to the takin' me out close
[03:15.56]Huh, in that case, you shoulda named your album '
[03:18.08]Almost'I wouldn't rely on the try if
[03:20.15]I was you, yo'Cause I'm turnin' tries into '
[03:22.74]Oh, oh's' and 'Hell no's'
[03:24.26]I wouldn't be caught dead witchu up in tryin' it
[03:25.21]And if I was goin',
[03:26.23]I get my stiff ass up and rip ****
[03:27.63]I can't go out like a wooden sock with padlocks
[03:29.56]I'll leave tacks tiny and slimy like snot spots
[03:31.96]I write a day, to me it's a common caper
[03:34.52]Say so much ****, huh,
[03:36.00]I write my rhymes on toilet paper Yeah, Vin
[03:39.17]Rock, backbone of Naughty By Nature, y'know
[03:40.45]I'msayin'?(Strike a nerve)
[03:42.11]That's right, so everybody sleepin' on the up, stay off of my ****(Strike a nerve)
[03:44.05]We're gonna stomp this time around, word up(Strike a nerve)
[03:46.40]Look who's mother's in the studio, thirty sons and daughters
[03:52.09]Mrs. Happy Thing is in the back, catchin' quarters
[03:54.31]Come and try to run wit it, never in a lifetime
[03:56.78]Thirty could act at Caesar's, still
[03:58.17]I bet I get mine
[04:04.97]I heard your girl's havin' a baby, now will what she have?
[04:06.45]A bag of ****, a bottle or crack or a sess bag
[04:08.38]There ain't a part of me with '
[04:10.98]Sorry' written on it, slick
[04:12.56]You couldn't rock a crooked cradle, you ****in' prick
[04:14.74]The way I rock could ****, you just often like it
[04:16.90]My style's so fat,
[04:18.66]I had to throw it on a water diet
[04:19.55]********, ya not,
[04:21.52]I ain't the type to be ****in' with
[04:23.94]Wreckin' with and if
[04:26.19]I mic attest it, I'll be neckin' it
[04:27.42]Onslaught at an encore, you stinkin' rat
[04:28.12]You're so dumb, you tried to buy a ****in' thinkin' cap
[04:29.23]Now that tells us in a sec, right where your head is at
[04:31.08]In between some *****'s legs, lookin' ass and lap
[04:33.61]My name is Treach, remember this and don't you ever 'fess
[04:35.82]That's a shame,
[04:36.90]I get two minutes just to say, "Next"
[04:38.46]****, who follows you, you and them could help each other
[04:40.48]I treat you both like any other **********in' runner
[04:42.80]This is the Flavor, tasty although sugar-free
[04:45.17]So have a Coke, have a smile and have a booger,
[04:47.42]GWhy? 'Cause you don't mean **** to me
[04:49.68]I'ma take you where good ****'s meant to be
[04:52.42]I rock a rhyme that'll be a straight up def track
[04:54.54]Droppin' more **** than white castles and neck slacks
[04:56.94]A studio to me is just a chance to rock,
[04:59.11]GI rock and rock, goddamn, call me
[05:01.54]VinRockyIt's just what the ****
[05:04.11]I'm talkin' 'bout
[05:05.86]I say one thing and your whole crew's walkin' out
[05:06.74]So do the lyric here, this is one lyric less
[05:08.77]If I were you,
[05:09.76]I'd take and throw 'em on his ****in' neck
[05:11.34]Something that flow should come straight from the horse's mouth
[05:13.66]Mr. Ed's dead, so his ass is the best way out
[05:15.90]****, man for hire, this hitman is the law
[05:18.28]I run more tracks than a
[05:20.69]San Francisco trolley car
[05:22.93]Prepare for the winter, oh, yeah
[05:24.55]I could write your ****in' album and you'll soon be the last one there
[05:25.63]I start to heat up and rip **** in one, see
[05:27.62]You couldn't get it hard, if the eyes were on
[05:29.55]Broad Street
[05:30.33]So don't you ever never tell me,
[05:32.06]I'm not good enough
[05:32.59]I got more stuff than a teddy bear, from ass to gut
[05:34.74]This is a solid, you could never outlast
[05:36.95]If ******** was worth a dime, you'd have a job in a cow's ass