Текст песни Hot Potato - Naughty By Nature , Freddie Foxxx
Mic
check
1,
2,
strap
it
up,
load
the
beat,
cock
the
mic
And
your
rhyme
better
be
fat
or
you
might
have
to
fight
Yeah,
there′s
no
escape
from
the
terror
dome
You
know
I'm
nice
when
I′m
bustin'
fat
rhymes
on
the
metronome
MC's
never
pass
the
mic
to
the
Foxxx,
′cause
Once
I
bust
a
fat
rhyme,
you
be
a
has
was
I
beat
you
down
on
stage
and
when
the
battle′s
over
You'll
be
leaving
your
show
in
a
hearse
nova
I′m
flippin'
the
X′s
three
times
and
I'm
back
again
See,
on
my
way
down
stage
they
had
me
strapped
in
But
once
I
hit
New
York
and
they
loosened
the
chains
I
went
and
bought
me
a
tec,
now
I′m
wild,
insane
I'm
on
a
hunt
for
a
rapper
who
wanna
turn
singer
I
got
my
beat
'em
down
bat
and
a
itchy
finger
So
if
you′re
nice
with
the
mic
and
you
wanna
flip
I′m
the
rap
bounty
hunter
and
it's
time
to
get
yo
ass
whipped
Yeah,
I′m
comin'
from
the
streets,
pop
And
please
fight
back,
so
you
can
get
dropped
It′s
time
to
see
who's
nice
and
who
can
really
rap
I
smack
the
taste
out
your
mouth,
you
wanna
be
a
mack
I′m
not
tryin'
to
shake
the
water
and
wake
the
gator
But
I'ma
pass
the
mic
like
a
hot
potato
1 potato,
2 potato,
3 potato,
4
1 potato,
2 potato,
3 potato,
4
1 potato,
2 potato,
3 potato,
4
1 potato,
2 potato,
3 potato,
4
You
fly
high,
I
heard
your
tape
then
flipped
The
next
side
lookin′
for
the
def
side
You
couldn′t
be
alright
if
I
erased
your
left
side
Who's
wet
dried
when
Treach
tried,
next
died
I′m
gonna
slide
your
wet
wide,
so
step
side
Any
dull
raps
get
the
skull
caps
pulled
back
full
breeze
Blastin'
your
ass
back
at
full
speed,
hoes
in
flow,
you
know,
bimbo
And
won′t
stop
prayin'
and
playin′
until
I'm
layin'
up
in
fo′
Nowhere
to
run,
nowhere
to
go
I
got
a
solid
hip
below
the
belt
to
make
your
nuts
not
grow
Here′s
to
all
crews
that
been
wack
I
got
a
thinkin'
cap
with
raps
I
attached
with
a
chin
strap
Flash
past
your
girl
who′s
def
in
the
flesh
Yes,
you
can't
believe
that
she
said,
"Treach"
The
wicked
a
wicked
a
wully
bully,
bad
and
fully
and
surely
bad
Ready
and
Willy
gettin′
[Incomprehensible]
glad
Dissed
in
Hell
and
fell
in
fire
I
attack
your
back,
force
you
to
retire
with
a
wet
wire
Give
you
the
whip
appeal
like
Toby,
listen,
oldie
but
Goldie
Take
the
dough
from
all
who
owe
me
1 potato,
2 potato,
3 potato,
4
1 potato,
2 potato,
3 potato,
4
1 potato,
2 potato,
3 potato,
4
1 potato,
2 potato,
3 potato,
4
If
a
rapper
disrespect
me
I
smack
him
in
his
mouth
I
tow
him
in
a
yoke,
grab
him
by
his
throat,
boom,
then
I
knock
him
out
I
keep
heat
and
keep
the
clips
in
my
sock
When
my
glock
get
hot
you
punk
niggas
better
leave
the
block
Yeah,
Freddie
Foxxx
on
a
rampage
Every
time
I
touch
the
mic
the
police
is
standin'
front
stage
′Cause
I
been
labeled
as
a
troublemaker
I
send
my
baddest
girl
to
your
house
to
play
the
heart
breaker
She'll
lay
you
down
and
put
hickeys
on
your
chest
Then
turn
around
and
blast
you
with
a
33
shot
tec
You
couldn't
rap,
you
was
wack
from
the
get-go
So
you
got
bumped
off
by
my
head
hoe
Called
by
the
militant
mack,
my
mentality
is
jail
Long
as
I′m
strapped
I
can′t
fail
Check
this,
I
take
the
bass
and
I
bust
you
in
the
eye
with
it
A
piece
of
steel
with
a
screen
on
top,
I'm
gettin′
fly
with
it
I'm
bringin′
suckers
to
the
street
again
'Cause
them
same
broke-ass
niggas
ridin′
on
my
meat
again
Mr.
microphone
flipped
the
beat
again
Suckers
got
caught
with
the
rhyme,
felt
the
heat
again
I'm
breakin'
it
down,
lettin′
you
know
I′m
never
lettin'
go
I
beat
your
brother
down,
punk,
just
to
let
you
know
This
is
hip-hop,
gee,
not
′hit
pop'
You
mess
around
with
the
beats,
get
your
boots
knocked
I′ma
slide,
I'm
in
her
when
I
see
you
suckers
later
As
I
pass
the
mic
like
a
hot
potato
Shrimps
attempt
to
get
pimped
when
playin′
pimp,
why?
Sleepin'
with
a
limp
eye,
pass
the
hot
potato
Treach
done
[Incomprehensible]
chop
to
French
Fries
Mad
as
a
murder
vet,
man,
it'll
hurt
a
set
Well,
to
hell
with
you
and
your
fat-O
with
the
gurtle
neck
So
ol′
gold
digger,
dig
some
dirt,
there
you
have
it
Want
ring
or
a
marriage,
go
get
the
carrot
from
a
rabbit
Before
I
stab
him
for
his
lucky
foot
Hit
him
with
a
puffy
hook,
hit
the
hare,
now
look
how
lucky
looks
I′m
not
a
chip
on
your
shoulder,
I'm
a
boulder
on
a
path
Left
a
gash,
you
catch
a
headache
in
your
ass
Class
I′m
disrespectin',
I
won′t
see
you
trippin',
clown
When
I
do,
you
be
trippin′,
slippin'
and
fallin'
down
All′s
left
to
call
cops
when
I
smack
you
with
a
leather
wig
And
make
you
suckers
suede
bald
spots
Chip-chop,
flip
the
hip-hop,
I
chuckle
You
couldn′t
knock
boots
with
a
muthafuckin'
knuckle
It′s
on,
what's
more,
talk
and
get
a
boo-boo
from
your
jaw
It′s
easy
as
1,
2,
3,
4
1 potato,
2 potato,
3 potato,
4
1 potato,
2 potato,
3 potato,
4
1 potato,
2 potato,
3 potato,
4
1 potato,
2 potato,
3 potato,
4
That's
what
I′m
talkin'
'bout,
word
up,
4 potatoes,
4 verses
Some
hard
rough
stuff
for
all
those
hungry
MC′s
out
there
You
know
what
I′m
sayin'?
Yeah
baby,
nothin′
commercial
about
this
The
militant
mack
in
the
house
and
I
got
a
right
hand
For
all
that
try
to
stand
in
my
face
and
front
Believe
that
and
I'm
comin′
straight
from
the
streets,
word
up
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