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Lyrics:
Hey, you could smoke a spliff with a cliff
But there’s still no mountain high enough, or wide enough to touch
The naughty nappy nasty nigga the nasty trashy hoe happy pappy
That’s Happi to be Nappi
Me and Vin rock when spots hit flocks
And groups and troops with Timbo boots and jail suits
That’s how I’m rollin my hair-do don’t
Win I will I got wanting competition ain’t dope
Beat ya break ya broke ya smoke ya take ya
Send you to your little group on mute, sooner or later
When want to flip, tell em full semi half with a dip
And all that other Ringling Brothers shit
Sporty naughty hi bye greater than nature while I
Shin slam the film filmg and then jam
You can run but you can’t hide, you can’t go far
No matter where you go, there you are
We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna roll, we gonna smash
We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna roll, we gonna smash
Here we go yo
Hit a nigga kill a nigga will come back
See a sucker stretch a sucker guard your naps
Cussing wasn’t nothing til a black man rapped
See a forty suck a forty guess who’s back
You’re chilling with a Teddy filling villain
Stepping to the puny puddy punks catching fillings
I hit so many guts, call me gutter, I’m the bread and butter
Punk motherfucker I’ll cut up, working from the gut up
Brand new steady, heavy as a Chevy
Ready for the piddy peddy, I’m Friddie Freddie
Place your bet on a vet, the three man threat
What you see is what you get
We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna roll, we gonna smash
We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna roll, we gonna smash
Coming round your corner with my uptown bunch
I bet your bottom dollar that you’re bottom buck chumps
Give it up, it’s a juice thing I’m stepping for the rep and
Wrecking all the rest and, weapon testing on who’s stepping
Ain’t no bluff for the niggy ‘nough, for the rugged ruff stuff
Nigga if you’re tough knuckle up
I’ll cut your ass like class, then blast you by the trash
After I laugh then I’ll dash
You can’t handle the scandal of an uptown vandal
Shooting up your toes making sandals
Somebody told me that you owe me, but can’t nobody hold me
I do my dirt all by my lonely
We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna roll, we gonna smash
We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna roll, we gonna smash

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Tommy Boy Entertainment is a legendary Hip Hop & Electronic label founded in NYC in 1981. The label is credited with launching the careers of notable Hip Hop legends Afrika Bambaataa, Coolio, Queen Latifah, House of Pain, De La Soul, and Naughty By Nature.

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Tommy Boy Records is a legendary Hip Hop & Electronic record label founded in New York City in 1981. The label is credited with launching the careers of notable legends Queen Latifah, House of Pain, Coolio and Naughty By Nature.

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Lyrics:
Hip Hop hooray, hey, ho
You drew a picture of my morning
But you couldn’t make my day (Hey!)
I’m rockin’ and you’re yawning
But you never look my way (Hey!)
I’m licking down your darlin’
In every single way (Hey!)
Your funny flow is foreign
And a green card’s on the way
This ain’t got s*** to do with shampoo, but watch your head n shoulder
Brother older bold enough to fold ya, yo I told ya
A raid afraid of what I made and played it, plus a funky fit
So save your flips and tricks for that music and the monkey bit
Triggers from the Grilltown Illtown
Some ask how it feels now
The deal is that we’re real so we’re still ’round
Don’t lamp with a freestyle phantom, ain’t trying to be handsome
Shrinking what you’re thinking cause I’m vamping
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop for today
I give props to hip-hop so
Hip Hop hooray, hey, ho
You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo’ ground
Being low down I do the showdown with any little ho round, no!
I wanna know who you’re believing, through your funny reasons
Even when I’m sleeping you think I’m cheatin’
You said, “I know you, Mr. O.P.P. man
Yo PP man, won’t only see me man”
You should’ve known when I ain’t hit it and step
That I was wit’ it a bit not to consider the rep, heck!
I did your partner cause she’s hot as a baker
Cause I’m Naughty by Nature, not cause I hate ya!
You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart
And forgot that I forgave when you had a spark
You try to act like something really big is missing
Even though my name’s graffiti Written on Ya Kitten
I love black women always and disrespect ain’t the way
Let’s start a family today
Hip Hop hooray, hey, ho
Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hooray!
There’s many hungry Hip Hoppers one reason Hip Hop’s tip-top today
Swerve what ya heard cause I ain’t bailing no hay
Ain’t chopping no crops, but still growing every day
Here’s a thunder sound from the wonders found
From the underground town down the hill
Feel how Illtown drown smiles to frowns
Snatchin’ crowns from clowns beat downs are found
Don’t know me don’t come around
Tippy tippy (pause) tippy tippy (pause)
Sometimes creepin’ up I eat em up
Your styles are older than Lou Rawls
Peace to this one and that one and them
That way I shout out and I didn’t miss one friend
Fools get foolish, neither them or Parker Lewis knew us
You could have crews with shoes and can’t step to us
Some kitties purr, now call me sir too
Looking for her crew
Any trick that diss gets a curfew
I put on projects for boots, step through troops and leave proof
My problem solver’s name is Mook
I hitting woodies in a hoody
Peace to Josette, Jobete, Jo-Jo, Genae, and every hood G
That’s right, my fight is ill
Peace goes to L.O.N.S. and Quest, Nice & Smooth & Cypress Hill
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop of today
I give props to Hip Hop so
Hip Hop hooray, hey, ho, smooth it out now

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