Everyday All Day

[Verse 1: Treach] This is somethin that I call a flow Not many if any, except for Vinnie, can say they know In fact, the track is that is something that I rarely show Because my tongue is actually fast but then again it's slow See yo (Throw it bro) You say "Jiggaboo" 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 dagger will do, ooh Treach is the best of the rest but if they try to dis it We'll just say, "Nigga, take a whiff, we'll see who want to be Naughty or nice." Like Isis, I'm priceless, plug the mic to it Come with the D with the I with the S to the S's, see who's hypest Test the test the Treach to Treach address, the address: How I'll bless and blow any conflicts While they try to clone my style, it's just nonsense "M-my ni-ni-nigga m-m-mackin" is all you get out of it Any and all should fall, many is small should call Naughty By Nature the greater of all y'all Show hope, show no hope and can't cope, so no way This is how we play everyday all day [Verse 2: Treach] Yo yo hey yo Havin a rather cadaver 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 Leaving more cramps in your pants then a bellydancer God is good and if ya 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 skull shots Now let the hard floor break your fall, darlin' Cos on the strength, the Naughty Nature ain't waltzin When we dance we come full-thrust, the bum rush Knockin and poppin em up inside, they rockin dawn til dusk I ain't the type to get sooped or psyched I feel I'm better than ever before but as a rapper I'm just alright Showin time is for clocks not hip-hoppers Pop pop ya 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 by-gones Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on We feel this way every single day all day So make way [Verse 3: Treach] 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 Gettin' ideas to use, a half of snare 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 got, "I wanna loan what I own" on my forehead! Huh But I doubt that, and now ya 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 got a soundtrack? Well, so will seven thousand other rappers, groupie The cut ya made for that movie ain't soothe me Who said that Treach can't work when he don't curse? I'm nasty, ask 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 [Verse 4: Treach] 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 sideshow, immature rhyme ho Come rock a lil somethin, no we're all outta time so From Chilltown JC to Brooklyn with A-D I'm rippin things daily, no if, ands, or maybes The F-L and the A-V the O-R B-A-by, Kris, the Jungle Brothers, Tribe Called Quest, yeah they be Down with Sha-K-I-M, pimp or menace and Then the ruler, all Ramsey, comes handy on the road again Mark 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 De La the Soul and Native Tongue, patrol A strong "What up?" to the brothers from the Nature, yo! We got the catchy Apache, the rocking Lakim The never sloppy I-T [???], don't even try to outrhyme them The stable never cocky, Lord Alibaski and Chill Rob G There's trouble day with Double J, there's no probs, 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 chops And on the tip with several brothers, we must gets It's Tahid, Akeem, Cracker C and Cee Justice Plus is the voice behind the Flavor Unit, ontime or early It's our girlie, head of the headquarters, Shirley And we'll put last but not least, Camille I feel you learned the way we come this deep everyday all day [Outro: Treach] Y'know what I'm sayin? We got the newest member of the Flavor Unit, Def Jef, in effect We got the producer of this track, Kay-Gee 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, Angie, and assistant Todd We got Anj-Du, G-Quick We got the whole entire 18th Street Posse: Rasheem, 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, Topin, and Lisa And we outta here like last year Cos we come this deep everyday all day PEACE!