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Naughty By Nature

It's Workin'

 

It's Workin'

(album: Poverty's Paradise - 1995)


[CHORUS]
It's working, It's working
Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!

I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets, we reign and we pop, and daily
routine sweeps.
It's the fanatic, can't kick the habit, so there you have it, I'm a
addict.
When I'm near the mike I gots to grab it. Rip the system to shreds, grab
the braids in my head.
Everybody get lifted, remember the rhyme said. This is your introduction
to the new episode.
With the Double I counting down to explode.
Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more, living rotten to the
core
everybody to the right, cause all I got left is my flow.
I'm floating with Boogie Beat fishing in a record ocean. Uh oh, I guess
it's going' down, not now, right now.
So I got down with the git down for Illtown. Figure it's the fine
fanny,
I miss my mammy.
And you could ask my uncle Randy, I'm grateful for my granny nanny
that's
my mother's mammy. Two tittle brothers with different fathers but we're
still family.
Forget how rough I had it, let's see how smooth it gets. Cuz I might
wind
up doing that same old cruddy shit.
Like clocking, selling rocks in my neighborhood. Back cocking,
buckshotting, your ass is shot.

[CHORUS]
It's working, It's working
Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!

Can you chill a can can you spill a can can you kill a can I know I can
I
know I can I know I can can an American a Republican tucking with this
African can from this kian land I know I can It's a war wick wick wick
wack that's Dionne Dionne should have predicted her quick trip and
Stayed
cool like fucking freon Or get frozen for eons and beyond being the
unbelievable bastard I be Well belive that shit's some be on Settle the
score check Melba needs Moore since now she poor looks to get richer by
putting rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step
KLICKOW' Your ass like Calvin so butts get kicked now forgive the enemy
be
a friend of me you teach but forgiving ain't seem my music crushed in
the
streets preach love practice hate break tapes and chattering Streaks on
your structure Stain your whole establishment let's get specific style
that's horiorific twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic
we'll lift it then shift it brandish the biscuit finish you nitwit
cancel
Christmas won't stop this slick shit

[CHORUS]
It's working, It's working
Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!

time to do sit up I'm a loose nut watch crews get cut bring it to my
illtown grounds and lose your butts but whaqt is the matter matter
of fact I don't wanna hear you talk so close your trap

Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter see Dolores sucka
truck I shoula told you Large Marge sent her two chocolates away from
being sloppy in bunches with no lunches step with the punches and try
some
butt crunches get your hands clappin front and the back and keep a cool
head for all my swingers packin attacking back in the motherfucking
house
done travelled a milion miles and I'm still kicking styles backsnack
taht
ass back now how's about that? you feel about as shitty as a baby's
unwiped ass crack I'll crack a bat dead on the back black and leave you
laying there flat as a flapjack

We ain't friends to the end I blasted Chuckie after this instead of beef
you'll be givin me chicken at Kentucky lacking lucky so worlds fear
these
and there'll be no more you Ooh! ooh! like no world's series

Never a fad and madder than mad and radical rude rotting razxkal kid man
what's happenin'? check the skills on the real it's best to chill don't
be
caught in the down the hill ordeal it's ill

man this shit is deep huh! I'm going deep undercover like a muhfucker
way
beneath the sheets full blows get thrown to the upper dome and continue
to
go on until you're up and gone

When we spot a block knok no telling where the rest will go hustle with
my
friends straight balling like testicles bowlin for dollars rolling for
hours rappers the pin strike is my friend they be took out in groups of
ten

scooping change you'll be like "Who's that group again?" on the ground
with no sound with just boots and chins yeah and ya don't stop lust
check
out us Illtown niggaz rock

done

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