Wicked Bounce Lyrics by Naughty By Nature

Wicked Bounce Lyrics

    [chorus 1] x 4
    Don't fuck with us
    Watch these niggas get wicked now
    Check it out

    [chorus 2] x 3
    Put em up
    What what
    Put em up what what

    [chorus 1]

    [vinnie]
    Well here's a shot out to all those who think that we slipped
    Doing this ever since 165, north 15th breakdancin with slick
    Nigga what, i'll beat your butt
    You niggas on a beef or what
    And if i gotta go deep i'll cut
    And if you try to face this
    The naughty by the nature gonna lace this
    Track, we be the cream of the pack
    Don't come up in my face with bullshit cuz you're bound to get slapped
    And then we'll take it to a level where you're gonna get clapped
    And then we'll all be up in court, i don't got time for that
    Cuz i'm, one third, naughty
    Look into my eyes yeah you know me
    Ain't nobody pimpin like us three
    Call us masters, o.p.p
    And when i draw the line don't get in the way, i'm paper chasin
    Or i'll be cuttin you off like friday the 13th and i'm jason
    Single don't mingle with ladies hearts i'm a thief
    I'm not a virgin but virgo birthday september 17th
    And don't ask me for favors cuz it'll be just like pullin teeth
    I'm on some new shit with niggas cuz you continually sleep
    Don't creep

    [chorus 1] x 4

    [chorus 2] x 3

    [chorus 1]

    [treach]
    Dun dun dun dun dun dirty the motherfucker with them jewels on
    Did the dirt, turn the news on
    Nigga left layin with his shoes on
    With every clue gone
    You actin nervous, what'd you do wrong?
    Nigga lookin shady, all fakey all quiet
    Ah forget about it when the feud's on
    Now wha-what what put em up that's what the party get
    I bartend on some naughty shit
    And don't play that shorty shit
    We hittin and kickin like (?)
    Shakin like (?) chicken like pick pick pick pickin the town
    Dickin em down, pickin a hoe, give em a show, the rigamarole
    So, if you ever gone report you seen my tribe
    I best to pray you got nine lives because your goddamn eyes lied
    (...?...) that's 25 lines motherfucker you on my side
    What you gonna do wanna do talkin all the drunk talk
    At least you'll die high

    [chorus 1] x 4

    [chorus 2] x 3

    [chorus 1]

    [vinnie]
    Just look don't touch, just tip my bitch
    Cuz things get crazy now
    Punk motherfucker gonna pay me now
    Got busy got forty got fam got (?) got jet got slash
    Diesel do, take apart that ass
    Got another motherfucker get cash fast
    Did dash smash, who you fought last, him or me?
    Them or we? get hennessy, you memory
    Treachery, and to the right of me, it's that nigga uncle vinnie
    What with k boogie on the break release
    The beat don't cease til we double fuckin platinum apiece
    Hands touched

    [chorus 1] x 4

    [chorus 2] x 3

    [chorus 1]

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