Naughty By Nature — Everyday All Day

[Verse 1: Treach] This is somethin' that I call a flow Not many if any except for Vinnie can say they know In fact, the track is that is something that I rarely show Because my tongue is actually fast, but then again, it's slow So, yo (Throw it, bro) You say Jiggaboo, a name pertained for niggas who (Who?) Who hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who It blew through and if you try to rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you And if you take the shoe, a nigga dagger will do, ooh Treach is the best of the rest, but if they try to diss it Well guess then, nigga, I'll take a pic to see who was the naughty or nicest Like Isis, I'm priceless, plug new mic to it Come with a D with a I with a S to the S to see who's hypest Test the test the Treach to Treach, address the address How I'll bless and blow any conflicts Why they try to clone my style? It's just nonsense M-m-miggity-miggity-maggity-maggity is all you get out of it Any and all should fall, many is small should call Naughty By Nature the greater of all y'all Showboat, show no hope, and can't cope, so no way This is how we play every day, all day [Verse 2: Treach] Yo, yo, hey, yo Havin' a rather cadaver gather matters is drastically Never say never whenever and whether the weak come on after thee Kay and the Gee the producer, me gets loose off of claps, you see That keeps you boogieing happily Voice your opinion, it's the rhythm I'm lendin' The message I'm sendin' from London to Linden Girls are given a chance to get you all pampered Leaving more cramps in your pants then a bellydancer God is good and if you would, you should just Play to the way that I say, and play all day is what He'll bless I'm leavin' 'em evil and seein' 'em bein' a torture with dull props I won't give up 'til you had 'nough of these skull shots Now let the hard floor break your fall, darlin' 'Cause on the strength, the Naughty Nature ain't waltzin' When we dance, we come full thrust, the bum rush Knockin' and poppin' 'em up in the socket and rockin' dawn 'til dusk I ain't the type to get sooped or psyched I feel I'm better than ever before, but as a rapper, I'm just alright Showin' time is for clocks, not hip-hoppers Pop pop, you try to shine, I make your heart work proper And that's comin' from the drifter and if you R-U-N yo L-I-P, you will B-E G-O-N-E So let the just gettin' by songs be bygones Nevertheless, it's definitely hits and hits are what we strive on We flow this way every single day, all day So make way [Verse 3: Treach] What's up to all you MC Cub Scouts? Grub scouts gettin' rubbed out I'll bet you kept your album froze 'til this came out Gettin' ideas to use, a half of a snare or two Snatchin' and maxin' a rap that I'm castin', how dare you How the hell can you yell what someone else said? I must got, "I wanna loan what I own," on my forehead, huh But I doubt that, and now you wanna back out Your career had more ins and outs than a crackhouse I'm mackin' and rackin' and cappin the acts and I wax 'em with-with a smack You scare me as much as McGruff with a wiffle bat And that's simply elementary, Watson So pack your track and do five flat in your Datsun Now let my canine backtrack the copycat Your night life is up, so what, you happy you got a soundtrack? Well, so do seven thousand other rappers, groovy The cuts you made for that movie ain't soothe me Who said that Treach can't work when he don't curse? I'm nasty, ask me, naughty and nappy, but happy I'm all that and never go out the small way You need a lift? We go this way every day, all day [Verse 4: Treach] Your little tape got more blank spots than a tank top, think, stop You oughta store it all, fast forward 'fore I ring props Your sorry sideshow, immature rhyme ho Come rock a lil' somethin', know we're all outta time so From Chilltown JC to Brooklyn with AD I'm rippin' things daily, no if, ands, or maybes At the F-L and the A-V, the O-R, B-A-by Kris, the Jungle Brothers, Tribe Called Quest, yeah, they be Down with Sha-K-I-M, him, a man that's swifter than The ruler, Lord Ramsey comes handy on the road again Mark the 45, kizz-nils, fills the reels With the real chill, not the run-of-the-mill deals Get poopoo dooie, producer Louie Louie Throw a dance track to me, to me So that sometimes like through me I can't forget the De La, the Soul, and Native Tongue patrol A strong, "What up?" to the brothers from the Nature, yo We got the catchy Apache, the rocking Lakim The never sloppy Latee, don't even try to outrhyme them The stable not cocky Lord Alibaski and Chill Rob G There's trouble day with Double J, there's no probs, see We also got the speaker Latifah, the Queen of the Flavor And nothin' weaker, behind is Swatch and Kika The Digital Under-the-under-the-ground, rocks with Shock and 2Pac With Money B, Humpty and Jimmy, the master of the chops And on the tip with several brothers, we must gets It's Tahid, Akeem, Cracker C, and Cee Justice Plus it's the voice behind the Flavor Unit, on time or early It's our girlie, head of the headquarters, Shirley And we'll put last but not least, Camille I feel you learned the way we come this deep every day, all day [Outro: Treach] You know what I'm sayin? We got the newest member of the Flavor Unit, Def Jef in effect We got the producer of this track, Kay-Gee We got my girl Nikki D in the house My man engineer all-star Dave My man on the sax, Andy We got another engineer Angie and assistant Todd We got Anj-Du, G-Quick We got the whole entire 18th Street Posse, Rasheem, Mook Daddy Skee Steve Hammer, Howie Cru-Ru, M-Dee, Tak Diesel, Na-Na We got my girl Aphrodite and her posse in the house Cherokee, Topin, and Lisa And we outta here like last year 'Cause we come this deep every day, all day Peace