Lirik Lagu Yoke The Joker - Naughty By Nature
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Yoke the Joker!!!!*laughter*
Intro: Treach
There are too many overnight MC's but oneAnd too many wacked who haven't paid duesYou have now entered the path of the Flavor Unitand we are Naughty By Nature and we will just do by terminating you
Verse 1: Treach
I can snap rap pack click clack patter pat patTake that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass backA fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no oneIf I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogunSmack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawkAnd all that shit I hear about me losin is small talkI ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chiefThe reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, eachlook is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipeDon't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-opHow dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, whileyou're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyleHot, wild, raw, whores' still suave*laughter* Check out this style that I'vesoul-simulated, sounds from a stockysemi-social, never seem sloppySee silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchersStraps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvyWe see so-so-songs and some shots, sosnaps steppin separate, start slowly, go soloSet the cassette stereo, sounds diffinStood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a systemSmoke the joker, three times overand owe her, go with the flowor I'm about to yoke a joker
Verse 2: Treach
All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thruSmile and give your face somethin the fuck to doYou're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastardSomeone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwardsLet's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck upGrab your microphone, battle time shown upAny freestyle I see while I prowlI dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chowAnother victory, it's mysteryI smoke your skull, your brain'll come blisteryAll fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does heget the things he needs? Remember how blistery?You ain't ready for the Freddy of rapYou can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel meslicin your life away, just like I might todayI eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away......I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dustTake you to a ????, sure you can fly, just jump slutYou think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order likeYou couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fightAll luck y'all, look at the props y'allSo proud I'm sure, suck my encore'sSwingin a bolo, your flow goes soloI'll smoke yaIt's time to yoke the joker
Verse 3: Treach
The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlieis if your father would've bothered to pull it out earlyYou ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hopIf I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your shit droppedIt's extended version, the side you can't fuck withYou'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucketI'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price highBet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky highNever would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat"Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat"Because you know I'm better than that on my worst dayTakin competition's what I do in the worst wayQuick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled yaI bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored yaThe proof is in the footin, my collar ain't woodenIt takes more than an axe to tax, bless the childrenPhysically, facially, racially made to becrazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to beHot damn, I'm a man with a hand planThis smack that then attract the new game planEat your big beef, digest the rest, testShit, I was slept yet, then go to the next stepThat's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I liveThat's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I giveMakin other brothers wanna go home and write shitBite what I might get, then up and say "I quit"Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg>From you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will doYoke the joker!
Intro: Treach
There are too many overnight MC's but oneAnd too many wacked who haven't paid duesYou have now entered the path of the Flavor Unitand we are Naughty By Nature and we will just do by terminating you
Verse 1: Treach
I can snap rap pack click clack patter pat patTake that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass backA fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no oneIf I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogunSmack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawkAnd all that shit I hear about me losin is small talkI ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chiefThe reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, eachlook is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipeDon't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-opHow dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, whileyou're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyleHot, wild, raw, whores' still suave*laughter* Check out this style that I'vesoul-simulated, sounds from a stockysemi-social, never seem sloppySee silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchersStraps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvyWe see so-so-songs and some shots, sosnaps steppin separate, start slowly, go soloSet the cassette stereo, sounds diffinStood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a systemSmoke the joker, three times overand owe her, go with the flowor I'm about to yoke a joker
Verse 2: Treach
All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thruSmile and give your face somethin the fuck to doYou're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastardSomeone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwardsLet's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck upGrab your microphone, battle time shown upAny freestyle I see while I prowlI dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chowAnother victory, it's mysteryI smoke your skull, your brain'll come blisteryAll fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does heget the things he needs? Remember how blistery?You ain't ready for the Freddy of rapYou can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel meslicin your life away, just like I might todayI eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away......I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dustTake you to a ????, sure you can fly, just jump slutYou think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order likeYou couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fightAll luck y'all, look at the props y'allSo proud I'm sure, suck my encore'sSwingin a bolo, your flow goes soloI'll smoke yaIt's time to yoke the joker
Verse 3: Treach
The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlieis if your father would've bothered to pull it out earlyYou ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hopIf I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your shit droppedIt's extended version, the side you can't fuck withYou'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucketI'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price highBet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky highNever would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat"Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat"Because you know I'm better than that on my worst dayTakin competition's what I do in the worst wayQuick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled yaI bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored yaThe proof is in the footin, my collar ain't woodenIt takes more than an axe to tax, bless the childrenPhysically, facially, racially made to becrazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to beHot damn, I'm a man with a hand planThis smack that then attract the new game planEat your big beef, digest the rest, testShit, I was slept yet, then go to the next stepThat's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I liveThat's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I giveMakin other brothers wanna go home and write shitBite what I might get, then up and say "I quit"Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg>From you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will doYoke the joker!
