Naughty Nation

[Intro: Treach] Naughty bring back that feelin' bring back that (x4) [Verse 1: Treach] It's the rap master, last passer, the ass smacker Your ass backwards, we call you bassackwards Rappers flasher, cash stacker, slash actor Passport pimpin', you can call me the last atlas You can't know me, can't hold me, chicks a champ homie After she dance, I lift her like a tramp trophy The shit, but on the track flies, I'm that fly Try me, I capsize your hat's cap size The mad supported, back supported, get your track deported Platinum streets from every platinum track recorded Got the lotto model, pay me if you swallow, follow I'm your leader beater, that make them swallow hollows 'bout this, 'bout that, I'm 'bout straps If you a rapper, how's that for a mouse trap? Get the handsome ransoms, keep them dancing Act like you know naughty got mansions from these damn anthems [Hook x2] (Feel) the naughty nation Come on, get it, got it, we back, boy Once again it's on in your ass, boy We keep them naughty shorties poppin' ass boy, that's what you lack boy [Verse 2: Treach] Naughty, oh shit, your pussy, I see your ball prints Thank for the scores, we balling along his office Pitter patter, digger dagger, with a bigger swagger Piss each other off, see who got the biggest bladder The biggest rappers from Jers since the business shattered Wicked niggas, true gangstas, and the wisdom hatters Ferrari stripper, every part of me ripped up Smoke a marley with liquor, quicker artery ripper We do things, niggas who bang on that zoo thang New slang, a true gang puffin' the pootang ? style, yeah, child ? But I bang on your forehead and I ain't talking hairstyles New click cobras, them niggas spitting venom Spitting saliva, we harmonize an awkward opera True hip hoppers, serve ya with liquid lava You're not a nigga, now come on, get it, we gotcha [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Treach] I'm ? mash his ass with graphic atlas So many these rapping bastards hip hop culture clashes Come on, get it, critic, known for flippin' wicked widdit Here's my ass, you can come and get it, kiss it, get it We made your grave, twelve ? parade I'll blow up the spot looking sharp like a suede grenade Got a nasty flow, watch platinum glow Fort Knox got locks harder picked than a nappy 'fro I admire the trier that try to rattle the riot Anthem's acquired so you can go fire the choir Half a ass, blast an asshole Tussle and tackle the trunk, they call it couple Capo's Naughty bring back that feelin' bring back that Naughty bring back that feelin' bring back that [Hook x4]