Intro: Vin Rock Treach
  
  Hup yeah Guess who's back?
  Hup hup Naughty By Nature's in the house Guess who's back?
  settin off the 19Naughty4/ Naughty5 flavour Guess who's back?
  Word up this is how we do things Guess who's back?
  Uhh
  
  Hook: (x2)
  
  Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang it's a slang bang thang a slang bang thang
  
  Verse 1: Vin Rock Treach
  
  Hup
  Get up get up but don't push me
  cos I ain't mooshy mooshy, you can't mash me
  You chocolate bastard with your smile, your face looks ashy
  
  Sendin detrip witta free trip to blast out outer
  See this, cos I'm that nigga that'll leave you ass out like G-strings
  
  Meanin I'm fienin, your heart trips when it stay at work
  So fuck fear you fear-fuck, one jerk I'll make your head hurt
  
  The punani, they're making pairs perk, who'll dare flirt
  I get kitty's from your city, just near where your mans work
  
  I be on that ass like ol' mole, turnin your whole show slow-mo
  Cos you're too good to corroso
  
  I'm on and off so you know my shit ain't partial
  Pardon me, packin arsenals, takin knees and nostrils
  
  Our style is savagery, you try to be the badder G
  You ain't even the man, you just the filling, where's the cavity?
  Father be grabbin it, gravity, have the gravity grabbin
  Actually after we nigga naturally have to meet
  
  Hook (x4)
  
  Verse 2: Treach
  
  One check to the chin and you'll be bust quicker than liquor
  Aw shit, pop her chain and lock her rock, a city slicker
  Slick a rhyme, kick or vick her, knock her without a popper
  I take the cake, took the chain but left the lock up
  Love me or leave me, hate me or like me
  Might be gettin feisty, fuck yeah I'm sheisty
  Shit yeah, I fit there, *?sqwin?* your shit wear
  You're a trick until you niggered me a bitch without liquid
  Some thank me for puttin the hanky in panky
  Slappin stanky like lightning, stickin Yankees like Benjamin Franky
  Fuck buyin kitty cases and city lights
  Just give my loot, get your licks and get all the high titties right
  But then I'm into what you bitches is sayin
  So I wasn't really feelin on her ass, I was just massagin her brain
  The objects that I learned from the projects
  Try Treach I bet, and get your throat choked like my necks
  
  Hook (x2)
  
  Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock
  
  My mind thinks right, ????, pick snipes, don't pluck, I'll fuck your finger
  At any *?prejudice Presley?*, now I got more snipes than Wesley
  
  Test me, touch me and lay next to the rest of the best
  The rusty monks or ???? who tried to fuck me
  But see this is where I BOOM and ZOOM
  Just drive a line like a cartoonist on some SOON shit
  
  Adidas couldn't read us so they freed us
  Then we tried Reebok from a cheater, succeeded then got weeded
  Oh Anna, rip of some grandma's, no my Grandma from Santa Ana
  To Atlanta where cops ain't a-feared and niggas wear 'dannas
  Now tell ya lady that I'm crazy when I'm summin
  There's a party and I'm out and guess who's comin
  
  Hook (x4)
  
  Outro: Vin Rock, Treach
  
  Hup, hup, yeah niggas
  
  It's all about a slang bang
  Doin this shit lyrically on wax
  and gettin paid for it
  Word up, we don't care where you're from
  Everybody can get down with the slang bang
  We doin "rhyme-bys" on record
  Hahahaha, wooweeeeee........