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letra de cruddy clique - naughty by nature

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[verse 1]
a real worried of the flurries, scared as sh-t of gettin’ hit
you’d think a wall fell out ya ass the way you keep sh-ttin’ bricks
i revolve around a blow, ya be in slow to a quick right
from what ya girl’s squeezed, could match ya age out ya d-ck size
from now, some how, comes now, street sound
you’ll see me toll-free dial 1-800 with a beat down
a loss ya can’t afford to take, stand alone now
i’m the man that come to spank ya ass in your own hometown
watch me heat ya up and eat ya quick, ya popped pop-tart
flows to rise ya mind to make ya rhyme’s pour and stop-start
to h-ll with all who hates me
straight up trouble, you wait, see
i’ma stick you on a cancel list with wht
ain’t lovey-dovey, style is stubby, n0body’s hubby
plus too f-ckin’ cruddy to be buddies
and what about the kid they was bustin’ him and rushin’ him? “hey, mane. chu shoulda peaced with him. i never f-ckin’ trusted him.”

[chorus]
oh, you don’t know?
boom! bap! smack! (and there it is!)
oh, you don’t know?
boom! bap! smack! (and there it is!)
oh, you don’t know?
boom! bap! smack! (and there it is!)
(-so there it is, so there it is..)
yoo, hoo!

[verse 2]
to all ya rhymin’ mother f-ckers thinkin’ no one can get with ya
put a d-ck in ya mouth and when it’s out tell me the temperature
i used to be on some next sh-t, but now some new sh-t
some def sh-t when i do sh-t, some sh-t you wish that you did
now i’ma pimp you like a punk, b-tch-slap you like i want
stick you like a shank, now sit up like a lump
you little lily-liver ass n-gga, i’m about to lily-lift ya ass
into the river of now you give-a-f-ck
how i struck when i buck and knuckle up
i tell you to deal quick
you don’t wanna f-ck with the real sh-t
i got 118 reasons of n-gga’s that’ll track the treason
and trap the trigga, so now ya figured that i-
f-cked ya flow, stuck up ya hoe!
put nuts to the nose! guts’ll show
what up? – nothin’, i know
‘cause i ain’t havin’ all the chitter-chatter
hit you with the pitter-patter
‘cause on these tracks, my style gets bigger fatter
all for the action, plus a fan of michael jackson
give him dibs, mother f-ck who face he bought and put on his
n-gga’s too nosy, talkin’ that ol’ dumb sh-t! bum sh-t
i’m the cruddy n-gga you don’t wanna run with
[chorus]
oh, you don’t know?
boom! bap! smack! (and there it is!)
oh, you don’t know?
boom! bap! smack! (and there it is!)
oh, you don’t know?
boom! bap! smack! (and there it is!)
(-so there it is, so there it is..)

[verse 3]
i hang with some…
k!ller, crazy, cruddy, smack-ya-mother type of n-gga’s
quick to split a liver if a tongue flipper’s against the rhyme ripper
pick a plate! a time, a rhyme, a flow, a feel, a vibe
pick a f-ckin’ style of your own, stop pickin’ mine
i don’t talk jack-sh-t that i can’t pull, sl!ck
so feed the cows if you want some bull-sh-t
f-ck all them tryin’ to rank spots
‘cause there’s a fright light in their ass
they’re wearin’ jock straps for tank tops
smells like ya ate a midget
stuck ya chrome in front of my face
f-ck your whole demo and your gimmicks
and don’t come up with that “ol’ buddy” sh-t..

and f-ck any b-tch that can’t hang with a cruddy clique!

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