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wild muthafuckas - naughty by nature lyrics

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[intro: lil jon]
yeah (yeah, yeah)
it’s your motherf*ckin’ n*gga lil jon in this b*tch
(okay, okay)
puttin’ this sh*t down with naughty by nature, n*gga
(yeah, yeah)
n*ggas that’s been known to be some wild motherf*ckers
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
now we gon’ put this sh*t on wax for you b*tch ass n*ggas
(okay, okay, uh, yeah)
so if you’se a scared punk motherf*cker
(what, what, what, what)
get up out the club right now

[chorus: treach, lil jon]
(yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga)
it’s all about right now, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
we some wild motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
(yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga)
look a n*gga up and down, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
north to south, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
(yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga)
if you like my style, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
get wild, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
(yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga)
it’s all about right now, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
we some wild motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
[verse 1: treach, lil jon, both]
you can smoke a spliff with a clip or a blunt with a stunt
i can duck the c*nt
we f*ck up the funk
that’s just what us n*ggas want
take this from the pimps, like lobsters and scrimps
in a drug infested f*cked up apartment
blunt ashes hittin’ the carpets
baby mama drama, restraining order
before the d.a. appointed a lawyer
i said, “d*mn, i can’t afford ya”
bigger fish to fryin’, told the judge to suck an onion
’til her b*tch ass is crying — we some wild motherf*ckers

[verse 2: vin rock, vin rock & lil jon]
you see, we them type of warriors you don’t want out to play
act a monkey off the gin and hay, ain’t invite us anyway
shutting down your party and wasted off of bacardi
lordy, they done f*cked up, collabin’ lil jon and naughty
spittin’ ionic, bubonic, tvt is behind it
couldn’t hear or define it? n*gga, better rewind it
pockets full of rubbers, veteran undercover thuggers
meekers mothers love us ’cause we some wild motherf*ckers

[chorus: treach, lil jon]
(yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga)
it’s all about right now, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
we some wild motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
(yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga)
look a n*gga up and down, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
north to south, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
(yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga)
if you like my style, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
get wild, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
(yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga)
it’s all about right now, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
we some wild motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
[verse 3: chyna white]
put your money on me, i’m bound to blow like pounds of ‘dro
all i, all i have in this world is a grimey flow
and a ’94 with burners in the panels
and after i lace your hood up, coppin’ a new 6 with no door handles
amg kit with the package on it
i’m a wildcat, the state won’t put a jacket on me
they say we animals, us n*ggers have tails
but if i drop my pants, b*tch, all you see is fish scales
my fist glist’ with chips that’ll make your b*tch wail and wish you was chyna
best cuff your man ’cause i’m a.k.a. alotta f*gina
or juicy lips, f*ck a n*gga, i’ll flip like a movie script
pull a “waiting to exhale” and barbecue the whip
they call me tokyo and it ain’t ’cause i’m half chinese
you p*ssy n*ggas get sent upstate and let them boys black your knees
and split your ass, i done seen ’em go from b*tch to f*g, rich to rags
you offended, n*gga, then spit the mag

[chorus: treach, lil jon]
(yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga)
it’s all about right now, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
we some wild motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
(yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga)
look a n*gga up and down, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
north to south, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
(yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga)
if you like my style, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
get wild, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
(yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga)
it’s all about right now, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
we some wild motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
[verse 4: treach]
comin’ ’round the corner, dirty jersey, south crunk, wild up
beatin’ a hole in your trunkm, so motherf*ckers, bounce, what
ground up, down up, pop, pop, illtown nuts
get sucked ’til they jump — that’s just what them b*tches want
honey, check my diction, see, i need a little friction
and some pumpin’ that i’m missin’ it, it’s your function that i’m fixin’
atl’s mythology, soul so so psychology
impeccable and s*xual, we wild motherf*ckers

[verse 5: vin rock, vin rock & lil jon]
you’re still chillin’ with a titty*feelin’ villain
i bet your bottom dollar that this sh*t makes us a k!llin’
willin’, i be the don with the illy flow
step to me, not really, though
n*gga, that’s your video? she been a uncle vinny ho
chilly on the side of me, ‘cceptin’ no apologies
f*ck you in your wallabees, settin’ off the wild in me
atl to jersey, what others’ll soon discover
dingy, dirty brothers, a.k.a. wild motherf*ckers

[chorus: treach, lil jon]
(yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga)
it’s all about right now, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
we some wild motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
(yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga)
look a n*gga up and down, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
north to south, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
(yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga)
if you like my style, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
get wild, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
(yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga)
it’s all about right now, motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)
we some wild motherf*ckers (yeah, n*gga)

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