rock & roll lyrics – naughty by nature

(feat. method man, redman)

[intro: treach (method man)]
and y’all thought it was over
(nah nah it ain’t over ’til the fat b*tch sings my n*gg*)
we ready to rock & roll god d*mn it?
(f*ck yeah)
dirty jers’/new jerusaluem
naughty by nature motherf*ckers
(wu-tang my n*gg*z)
grab your hat b*tch

[hook: method man]
dum-dum-dum there they go [x4]

gettin the realism, statin’ the great prism
journalism, the moses writin’, graffitti on the state prison
hard to steal, last year, slash a pop hit
hate related, he’s the closest that i lost since pac (tupac)
got the glock blown, ready to rock & roll
give me a shot that go up the most
cop the blow, nock us no
finger f*ck the fair place, that’s in the stairway
gut a motherf*cker, gotta die to get airplay
if i can’t spray the airwaves, like a great ak
you stay where you lay babe, “f*ck you” is what i dare say
hatin’ n*gg*z cuz it ain’t p*ssion for rappin’ or axin’
so sell extortion and jackin’, what’s happenin’?
what’s that? the clappin’, they’rekidnappin’ sergeants and captains
i’ll be mackin’ and actin’ like a n*gg* scratchin’ for super p*ssion
(blap! blap! blap! blap! blap! c’mon!)

[chorus: treach (method man)]
rotten and dazed cuz i may not be here tomorrow (eye-ee-eye, eye-ee-eye)
world feel the sorrow, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo
bullets in, barrels off, urban apparel
like i told you before, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo
ready to rock & roll (b*m b*m b*m b*m b*m) {ready to rock & roll}
ready to rock & roll (b*m b*m b*m b*m b*m) {ready to rock & roll}
ready to rock & roll (b*m b*m b*m b*m b*m) {ready to rock & roll}

[method man]
m.c.’s have the right to remain silent
everything you say can and will be held against y’all punk muh’f*ckers
and mef can only trust ya as far as i can see ya
me need ya? that’ll be the.. day, ya bustas
son suffer, the consequences, for askin’
compet*tion get an *ss kickin’ so tremendous
i throw my draws in it
who representin’ for the projects tennants since day one?
sh*t is gettin’ deep out here, run your garments son
like n*gg*z when the police department come
yes y’all, mef y’all, stank *ss an’ all
i’m too off the hook it don’t make no sense to call
1-900-eat-sh*t, i get get my cobra c*ck
might death blow, close your eye


ready to rock & roll, i lock your load
i blow the block some mo’
undercover like sellin’ cops some blow
bring a pain killer, my name ring a bell
orangutang, i throw it up like gang members
crunk as f*ck, walkin’ in with the pump tucked
punks get it n*gg*, we even jump sl*ts
how ’bout a dump truck sellin’ 2 for 5
i ride with tools i made out of school supplies
i show you it’s not serious for y’all
trouble, i got a phone on my wrist to call (bubble)
you n*gg*z know when you p*ssed ’em off
i turn gorilla with football equipment on
cla-cloaw-cla-cloaw, i’m ’bout to tap ya foul
danger, when the last rotten rascal out
hang up, phone calls ain’t gon’ happen now
an’ i’m straight facin’, you n*gg*z can’t ask around

[chorus x2]

/ naughty by nature lyrics