Everyday All Day - Naughty By Nature

Verse 1: Treach 

This is somethin that I call the flow 
Not many if any 'cept for Vinnie can say they know 
In fact detracting that is something that I rarely show 
Because my tongue is actually fast but then again it's slow 
See yo (Throw it bro) you say cheeka boo 
A name pertained for niggas who WHO 
Who hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who 
It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you 
And if you take the shoe, a nigga actor will do, ooh 
Dressed to the best to impress but after they try take us in 
Crook as a nigga, take a pistol, see who wants to be Naughty or nicest 
Like ice is I'm priceless, plug the mic to it 
Come with the D with the I with the S to the S's, see whose hype is 
Test the test the Treach to Treach address, the address: 
How I'll bless and blow any conflicts 
Why to try to chrome, my style is just nonsense 
M-my ni-ni-nigga m-m-mackin so you get out of it 
Any and all should fall, many are small should call 
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all 
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope, so no way 
This is how we play everyday all day 

Verse 2: Treach 

Yo yo hey yo 
Havin a round of (?cadavva?), gather matters is drastically 
Never say never whenever whether we come on after thee 
Hand to Gee the producer, me is loose off the claps ya see 
That keeps you boogie'n happily 
Voice ya opinion, it's the rhythm I'm lendin 
The message I'm sendin from London to Linley 
Girls are given a chance to get ya all pampered 
Leave them ol' cramps in your pants then I belly dance her 
God is good and if ya would, you should just 
Play to the way I see em, 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 call shots 
Now let the hard floor break your fall darlin 
Cos on the shrift and Naughty ain't waltzin 
When we dance we come full-thrust, the bum rush 
Knockin and poppin em up inside, they rockin dawn til dusk 
I ain't the type to get suit-to-sike 
I feel I'm better than ever before but as a rapper I'm just alright 
Showin time is for clocks, knockin poppas 
Pop pop ya try to shine I make your heart work proper 
And that's comin from the drifter and if ya 
R-U-IN YA L-I-P, you will B-E-G-O-N-E 
So let the guests gettin pass-ons, be by-gones 
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on 
We feel this way every single day all day 
So make way 

Verse 3: Treach 

Wuz up to all you MC cub scouts 
Grub scouts gettin rubbed out 
I'll bet'cha kept ya album froze til this came out 
Hittin ideas to use, a half of us snit 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 get on what I loan, what I own on my forehead, huh 
But I doubt that, and now ya wanna back out 
Your career had more ins and outs than a crack house 
I'm mackin 'n rackin 'n cappin the acts and I wax em wit-wit a smack 
This scam he owes must judge me rough with a whiffle bat 
And that's simply elementary Walton 
So pack ya track and do 5 flat in your Dodge son 
Now let my canine backtrack the copy-cat 
Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track 
What's all with seven thousand other rappers, groupie 
The cut ya made for that movie ain't soothed me 
Who said that Treach can't work when he don't curse? 
Some nasty ass me, Naughty and that keep it happy 
I'm all that and never go out the small way 
You need a lift, we go this way everyday 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 
You sorry sight, you're a immature rhyme ho 
Come rock a lil somethin, no we're all outta time so 
From Chilltown JC to Brooklynn with A-D 
I'm rippin things daily, ni if, and or maybes 
At the ??? and the A-V, the O-U-R-B-A-BE 
Kris, the Jungle Brothers, Tribe Called Quest, yeah they be 
Down with Sha-ka-ottin, pimp or, man, they swiftin 
Then the ruler (?all reigns?), he comes handy on the roll again 
Marked the 45, kids kneels feels the reals 
With the real chill, not the run-of-the-mill deals 
Get poopoo dooie, producer Louie Louie 
Throwin best tracks to me to me 
So that sometimes they do me 
I can't forget the day live, the solo need a tongue 
Patrol the song, what up to the brothers from the (?Natcheo?) 
We got the gatch to ya batch to rock and lock him 
But now it's ??? don't even try to outrun them 
The stable now cocky, Lord Ali Raski and (?trueogy?) 
The sharper day with double jade is the props see 
We also got the speaker Latifah, the Queen of the flavour 
And nuthin weaker behind is watchin, kick her 
The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC 
With Money B, Humpty and Jimmy, the master of the charts 
And on the tipple several brothers, we muskets 
It's Tahid, Akeem, Cracker C and Cee Justice 
Plus is the voice behind the flavour unit, all time, all early 
It's that girlie, head of the head called her Shirley 
And what poop last but not least, Camille 
I feel you learned the way we come this deep everyday all day 

OUTRO: Treach 

Y'knowhatI'msayin? We got the newest member of the flavour unit 
Def Jef in effect. We got the producer of this trach Kay-Gee 
We got my girl Nikki-D in the house 
My man internale All-Star Dave 
My man on the sax Andy 
We got another engineer Andy and assistant Todd 
We got Anj-Du, G-Quick 
We got the whole entire 18th Street Posse-Rachim,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, Chaka and 
Lisa 
And we outta here like last year 
Cos we come this deep everyday all day 
PEACE