Lyrics Everyday All Day - Naughty By Nature
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
Ye
oh
oh
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
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
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
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
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