Everyday All Day - Naughty By Nature

This is somethin' that I call a flow

Not many if any except for Vinnie can say they know

In fact, the track is that is something that I rarely show

Because my tongue is actually fast, but then again, it’s slow

So, yo (Throw it, bro)

You say Jiggaboo, a name pertained for niggas who (Who?)

Who hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who

It blew through and if you try to rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you

And if you take the shoe, a nigga dagger will do, ooh

Treach is the best of the rest, but if they try to diss it

Well guess then, nigga, I’ll take a pic to see who was the naughty or nicest

Like Isis, I’m priceless, plug new mic to it

Come with a D with a I with a S to the S to see who’s hypest

Test the test the Treach to Treach, address the address

How I’ll bless and blow any conflicts

Why they try to clone my style?

It’s just nonsense

M-m-miggity-miggity-maggity-maggity is all you get out of it

Any and all should fall, many is small should call

Naughty By Nature the greater of all y’all

Showboat, show no hope, and can’t cope, so no way

This is how we play every day, all day

Yo, yo, hey, yo

Havin' a rather cadaver gather matters is drastically

Never say never whenever and whether the weak come on after thee

Kay and the Gee the producer, me gets loose off of claps, you see

That keeps you boogieing happily

Voice your opinion, it’s the rhythm I’m lendin'

The message I’m sendin' from London to Linden

Girls are given a chance to get you all pampered

Leaving more cramps in your pants then a bellydancer

God is good and if you would, you should just

Play to the way that I say, and 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 skull shots

Now let the hard floor break your fall, darlin'

'Cause on the strength, the Naughty Nature ain’t waltzin'

When we dance, we come full thrust, the bum rush

Knockin' and poppin' 'em up in the socket and rockin' dawn 'til dusk

I ain’t the type to get sooped or psyched

I feel I’m better than ever before, but as a rapper, I’m just alright

Showin' time is for clocks, not hip-hoppers

Pop pop, you try to shine, I make your heart work proper

And that’s comin' from the drifter and if you

R-U-N yo L-I-P, you will B-E G-O-N-E

So let the just gettin' by songs be bygones

Nevertheless, it’s definitely hits and hits are what we strive on

We flow this way every single day, all day

So make way

What’s up to all you MC Cub Scouts?

Grub scouts gettin' rubbed out

I’ll bet you kept your album froze 'til this came out

Gettin' ideas to use, a half of a snare 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 got, «I wanna loan what I own,» on my forehead, huh

But I doubt that, and now you wanna back out

Your career had more ins and outs than a crackhouse

I’m mackin' and rackin' and cappin the acts and I wax 'em with-with a smack

You scare me as much as McGruff with a wiffle bat

And that’s simply elementary, Watson

So pack your track and do five flat in your Datsun

Now let my canine backtrack the copycat

Your night life is up, so what, you happy you got a soundtrack?

Well, so do seven thousand other rappers, groovy

The cuts you made for that movie ain’t soothe me

Who said that Treach can’t work when he don’t curse?

I’m nasty, ask me, naughty and nappy, but happy

I’m all that and never go out the small way

You need a lift?

We go this way every day, 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

Your sorry sideshow, immature rhyme ho

Come rock a lil' somethin', know we’re all outta time so

From Chilltown JC to Brooklyn with AD

I’m rippin' things daily, no if, ands, or maybes

At the F-L and the A-V, the O-R, B-A-by

Kris, the Jungle Brothers, Tribe Called Quest, yeah, they be

Down with Sha-K-I-M, him, a man that’s swifter than

The ruler, Lord Ramsey comes handy on the road again

Mark the 45, kizz-nils, fills the reels

With the real chill, not the run-of-the-mill deals

Get poopoo dooie, producer Louie Louie

Throw a dance track to me, to me

So that sometimes like through me

I can’t forget the De La, the Soul, and Native Tongue patrol

A strong, «What up?»

to the brothers from the Nature, yo

We got the catchy Apache, the rocking Lakim

The never sloppy Latee, don’t even try to outrhyme them

The stable not cocky Lord Alibaski and Chill Rob G

There’s trouble day with Double J, there’s no probs, see

We also got the speaker Latifah, the Queen of the Flavor

And nothin' weaker, behind is Swatch and Kika

The Digital Under-the-under-the-ground, rocks with Shock and 2Pac

With Money B, Humpty and Jimmy, the master of the chops

And on the tip with several brothers, we must gets

It’s Tahid, Akeem, Cracker C, and Cee Justice

Plus it’s the voice behind the Flavor Unit, on time or early

It’s our girlie, head of the headquarters, Shirley

And we’ll put last but not least, Camille

I feel you learned the way we come this deep every day, all day

You know what I’m sayin?

We got the newest member of the Flavor Unit, Def Jef in effect

We got the producer of this track, Kay-Gee

We got my girl Nikki D in the house

My man engineer all-star Dave

My man on the sax, Andy

We got another engineer Angie and assistant Todd

We got Anj-Du, G-Quick

We got the whole entire 18th Street Posse, Rasheem, 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, Topin, and Lisa

And we outta here like last year

'Cause we come this deep every day, all day

Peace