Lirik Lagu Nothin' To Lose (Naughty Live) - Naughty By Nature
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Intro/Chorus:
Jump (jump) jump (jump) jump (jump) jump (jump) jump (jump)Not yet.......Jump (get up) jump (get up) jump (get up) jump (get up) jump (get up)How many niggas gettin lye tonight?How many niggas gettin high tonight?Jump (get up) jump (get up) jump (get up) jump (get up) jump (get up)
Verse 1: Treach
Na na na naI say fight you holler a quarter day lateA dollar short, poppin more corks and niggas don't getya collared court, trife ass Whitney will you motherfuckin mouth, aightAnd change your life, we'll sell your life, and tape your fat ass tightMust be just the master monkThe underhood, the underworld's under manMotherfuck bein understood, long as we understandYou can't twist the Treach ????? and mix his friendsNiggas over here don't switch and bitch and bendAll eyes on a prize, pimpin it, and battle a million dollar chanceI glance and just take your tipIt's that last nine hundred and ninety nine thou'and bowed and thanked the crowd bein in styleAnd gimme all these boys a while, truth will tell, I ain't have skunkGet em tough and guts, smoke from *?stoge?* and hand TreachGet em out of grants that they owe, the top notchMakin blocks flock, don't have to bust shotsI got props, I'm warning you like closing doors when cop knocks
Chorus
Verse 2: Vin Rock
HaNow let me line this nigga upHow you soundin talkin plain wit my name, man what the fuck?Oh, you don't know, BOOM BAP SMACK AND THERE IT ISHow we dealin wit these frustrated niggas in the biz?(What the fuck was he freakin?)I bring some drink in, just for funThey be guzzlin on gallons of that red ass rumYou might as well-a put a motherfuckin bounty on your headCos the drama's for your momma, till your bitch ass dead(Let those) chickens, I see your mental picture clickinI, know I only make it for the one-night stickinPhat, I take that back because I was not thinkinAfter one piece of my dick, your brain starts shrinkin
How many niggas gettin lye tonight?How many niggas gettin high tonight?Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up)
Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock
What? Check it, when the man ain't the man no moreWe'll see which one of his men will withstand and be the man in the warAll that RAH RAH, I send that ass BYE BYEAfter that I FLY, I put that on the tatt on my neck, capital I-I
Serve those wit the nerve to test thisStep and get'cha records clippedOriginal is what you kick but I know you better quitYou analyse my click then go duplicate my shitDiscredit's what you get, cos you bit
Niggas get the hit-low, and shit loads, I flip showsIf it goes to Glocks, we didn't have the blocks in your zip codeKeep hittin knockers wit the showstopper in this industryFor they hit us with the Hoffa or Kennedy remedy
That's when Vinnie will belightin shit up brighter than a bicentennial, see wesick of talkin shit, niggas knowin how we doSo if you don't fuck with us, we won't have to fuck with you(We won't have to fuck wit you)
Chorus
Jump (jump) jump (jump) jump (jump) jump (jump) jump (jump)Not yet.......Jump (get up) jump (get up) jump (get up) jump (get up) jump (get up)How many niggas gettin lye tonight?How many niggas gettin high tonight?Jump (get up) jump (get up) jump (get up) jump (get up) jump (get up)
Verse 1: Treach
Na na na naI say fight you holler a quarter day lateA dollar short, poppin more corks and niggas don't getya collared court, trife ass Whitney will you motherfuckin mouth, aightAnd change your life, we'll sell your life, and tape your fat ass tightMust be just the master monkThe underhood, the underworld's under manMotherfuck bein understood, long as we understandYou can't twist the Treach ????? and mix his friendsNiggas over here don't switch and bitch and bendAll eyes on a prize, pimpin it, and battle a million dollar chanceI glance and just take your tipIt's that last nine hundred and ninety nine thou'and bowed and thanked the crowd bein in styleAnd gimme all these boys a while, truth will tell, I ain't have skunkGet em tough and guts, smoke from *?stoge?* and hand TreachGet em out of grants that they owe, the top notchMakin blocks flock, don't have to bust shotsI got props, I'm warning you like closing doors when cop knocks
Chorus
Verse 2: Vin Rock
HaNow let me line this nigga upHow you soundin talkin plain wit my name, man what the fuck?Oh, you don't know, BOOM BAP SMACK AND THERE IT ISHow we dealin wit these frustrated niggas in the biz?(What the fuck was he freakin?)I bring some drink in, just for funThey be guzzlin on gallons of that red ass rumYou might as well-a put a motherfuckin bounty on your headCos the drama's for your momma, till your bitch ass dead(Let those) chickens, I see your mental picture clickinI, know I only make it for the one-night stickinPhat, I take that back because I was not thinkinAfter one piece of my dick, your brain starts shrinkin
How many niggas gettin lye tonight?How many niggas gettin high tonight?Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up)
Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock
What? Check it, when the man ain't the man no moreWe'll see which one of his men will withstand and be the man in the warAll that RAH RAH, I send that ass BYE BYEAfter that I FLY, I put that on the tatt on my neck, capital I-I
Serve those wit the nerve to test thisStep and get'cha records clippedOriginal is what you kick but I know you better quitYou analyse my click then go duplicate my shitDiscredit's what you get, cos you bit
Niggas get the hit-low, and shit loads, I flip showsIf it goes to Glocks, we didn't have the blocks in your zip codeKeep hittin knockers wit the showstopper in this industryFor they hit us with the Hoffa or Kennedy remedy
That's when Vinnie will belightin shit up brighter than a bicentennial, see wesick of talkin shit, niggas knowin how we doSo if you don't fuck with us, we won't have to fuck with you(We won't have to fuck wit you)
Chorus
