bout to take it to your face
Uh!
Yeah!
Bout to, bout to take it to your face
Uh!
Yeah!
Bout to, bout to take it to your face
We bout to bully your ass
around for you
Smack you round through you
and knock you down
Get through you and rock your town
Tiki -kiddie takin' tack,
gettin' tricky
Smackin' packs on snack,
we put our town on the map
I keep it warm like long johns,
I'm strong and on time
Many suckers were born to be on my
One step forward, 21 steps back
None step forward,
ain't no one to get capped
It's time to mistreat em and beat em
Stop em and drop em, no need em
Steak em, use em, bruise em, endure em
Put something to him then loose
I'm taking
Jack, this rat
Real hip -hop's back
Pussy too strong, too black
I worn black colors for years
Bunani lover for years
Jack an d others for chicks
Your mom's the
Mack and mother of the year
Yeah, we come clear from pear to ear
Peace in your town,
nor can anywhere near
Hands up in the place
Get a little taste of the bass
I'm bout to, bout to take it to your face
Oh, yeah
I'm bout to take it to your face
Oh, yeah
Bout to take it to your face
Oh, yeah
Bout to, bout to take it to your face
Oh, yeah
Telling me on a fist to face basis,
whatever the place is
Whatever your race is, your dis s,
I'm taking faces
Neck yoke, your neck braces,
I go way back
Like getting jacked
for sneakers with fat laces
A hard rock from a hard block
Was always hard to stop the rock
And harder to stop the spot
Cause what we got, what we get
And you'll get what you got
If you rock the lip a lot, get the jock
This rock so this jocks can stop
Of the 1992,
naughty new album that hits the spot
Step from
Vince
Flay's with a gym face
Not a in -store, a in -hawk
To keep the faith, I keep you in place
Pickin' on your weight,
pickin' on your tape
Stickin' on your make,
gettin' all your papes
Hands up in the place,
you get a little taste of the bass
I'm bout to, bout to take it to your face
Oh yeah!
I'm bout to take it to your face
Oh yeah!
Bout to take it to your face
Oh yeah!
Bout to, bout to take it to your face
Oh yeah!
It's all your fault that this hard
assault came up that quick
Get ready buddy for an asphalt ass whip
And to the cops that harass me,
kiss my ass
She hairy, hot, nasty as s,
like it's classy
Your game lit, I'm on the same tip
You'll get your brain hit
That's all the respect
that your name gets
Around these bars we smart
Sneak the weak, the streets decent
That's the need, so please start
So I can have you hanging
by your heels
Drop me off top of the hill
So I can regroup and scoop up still
Fuck how you feel, get the bobo
Tryna judge real niggas with
a phony baby photo
Trick your shit and kept your braces
Cause man, I would've had it
And close your squeaky
mouth with a magnet
You read the pre -written dits
and find none care
While I'm stickin',
got the gum in your son's hair
Hands up in the place
Get a little taste of the bass
I'm bout to take it to your face
Uh, yeah
I'm bout to take it to your face
Uh, yeah
Bout to take it to your face
Uh, yeah
Bout to, to take it to your face
Uh, yeah
So tell your story walkin'
I'm bout to take it to your face
Uh, uh
I'm bout to take it to your face
Uh, uh
Bout to, bout to take it to your face
Uh, uh
So tell your story walkin'
Naughty By Nature 
