This is somethin' that I call the flow Not many if any 'cept for Vinnie can say they know In fact detracting that is something that I rarely show Because my tongue is actually fast but then again it's slow See yo, you say cheeka boo (Throw it bro) A name pertained for niggas who, who Who hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you And if you take the shoe, a nigga actor will do, ooh Dressed to the best to impress but after they try to diss it Well guess a nigga, I'll take a pistol See who wants to be naughty or nicest Like ice is I'm priceless, plug the mic to it Come with the D with the I with the S to the S's, see whose hype is Test the test the Treach to Treach address, the address How I'll bless and blow any conflicts Why to try to chrome, my style is just nonsense M-my ni-ni-nigga m-m-mackin' so you get out of it Any and all should fall, many are small should call Naughty by Nature the creator of all y'all Show hope, show no hope and can't cope, so no way This is how we play everyday all day Yo yo hey yo Havin' a round of cadavva, gather matters is drastically Never say never whenever whether we come on after thee Hand to Gee the producer, me is loose off the claps ya see That keeps you boogie 'n happily Voice ya opinion, it's the rhythm I'm lendin' The message I'm sendin' from London to Linley Girls are given a chance to get ya all pampered Leave them ol' cramps in your pants then I belly dance her God is good and if you would, you should just Play to the way I see 'em, play all day is what He'll bless I'm leavin' 'em evil and seein' 'em bein' a torture with dull props I won't give up 'til you had 'nough of these call shots Now let the hard floor break your fall darlin' 'Cos on the shrift and Naughty Nature ain't waltzin' When we dance we come full-thrust, the bum rush Knockin' and poppin' and poppin' and sockin' And rockin' dawn 'til dusk I ain't the type to get suit-to-sike I feel I'm better than ever before but as a rapper I'm just alright Showin' time is for clocks, knockin' poppas Pop pop you try to shine I make your heart work proper And that's comin' from the drifter and if ya R U N ya L I P, you will B E G O N E So let the guests gettin' pass-ons, be bygones Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on We feel this way every single day all day So make way Wuz up to all you MC cub scouts, grub scouts gettin' rubbed out I'll bet'cha kept ya album froze 'til this came out Hittin' ideas to use, a half of us snit or two Snatchin' and maxin' a rap that I'm castin', how dare you? How the hell can you yell what someone else said? I must get on what I loan, what I own on my forehead, huh But I doubt that, and now you wanna back out Your career had more ins and outs than a crack house I'm mackin' 'n' rackin' 'n' cappin' the acts and I wax em wit-wit a smack This scam he owes must judge me rough with a whiffle bat And that's simply elementary Watson So pack ya track and do 5 flat in your Datsun Now let my canine backtrack the copy-cat Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track What's all with seven thousand other rappers, groupie The cut ya made for that movie ain't soothed me Who said that Treach can't work when he don't curse? Some nasty ass me, Naughty, and nappy but happy I'm all that and never go out the small way You need a lift, we go this way everyday all day Your little tape got more blank spots than a tank-top, think, stop You oughta store it all, fast forward 'fore I ring props You sorry sight, you're a immature rhyme ho Come rock a lil' somethin', now we're all outta time so From Chill town JC to Brooklyn with A D I'm rippin' things daily, no if, ands or maybes At the F L and the A V, the O U R B A B E Kris, the Jungle Brothers, Tribe Called Quest, yeah they be Down with Sha-k-a-m, pimp or, man, they swiftin' Then the ruler Lord Ramsey, he comes handy on the roll again Marked the 45, kids kneels feels the reals With the real chill, not the run of the mill deals Get poopoo dooie, producer Louie Louie Throwin' best tracks to me to me So that sometimes they do me I can't forget the day live, the solo need a tongue patrol A strong what up to the brothers from the Natcheo We got the gatch to ya batch to rock and lock him But now it's I don't even try to outrun them The stable now cocky, Lord Ali Raski and trueology The sharper day with double jade is the props see We also got the speaker Latifah, the Queen of the flavor And nuthin' weaker behind is watchin', kick her The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC With Money B, Humpty and Jimmy, the master of the charts And on the tipple several brothers, we muskets It's Tahid, Akeem, Cracker C and Cee Justice Plus is the voice behind the Flavor Unit, all time, all early It's that girlie, head of the headquarters Shirley And what poop last but not least, Camille I feel you learned the way we come this deep everyday all day Y'knowhatI'msayin? We got the newest member of the Flavor Unit Def Jef in effect, we got the producer of this track KayGee We got my girl Nikki-D in the house My man engineer all-star Dave My man on the sax Andy We got another engineer Andy and assistant Todd We got Anj-Du, G-Quick We got the whole entire 18th Street Posse, Rachim, Mook Daddy Skee Steve, Hammer, Howie Cru-Ru, M-Dee, Tak Diesel, Na-Na We got my girl Aphrodite and her posse in the house Cherokee, and Lisa And we outta here like last year 'Cos we come this deep everyday all day Peace