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I Gotta Lotta - Naughty By Nature
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta hip on my shoulder
That Bill Gates ain't make
Gotta connect up in Harlem
Gotta great weight rate
Gotta hotta enchilada
Gotta hot tre 8
Heavy rocks in my rings
That a quake can't shake
Or she can freak
You a freak let's f**k
Keep a freak for a week
F**k a stunt for a month
Gotta brand hot d**n and a great rapper flow
Gotta actual factual international after glow
Tools for ya fools trying to fix some ish
Got talent more gifted than a Christmas list
Got dibs on many things so I ride east west
Gotta list who's best so I stress why guess
Gotta lotta hot material real on the set
Got a** in first class bust some head on the jet
Got an album we wildin' so we ride don't rest
Got kids a gang of n**gas I call a Tribe Called Treach
I got Henney I got sizzurp
I got dinner I got dessert
I got goons in the hood with cases
Cone head hoodies and they rocks grew faces
I got this side I got that side
I gotta a big bag baby full of b**ch better act right
I got wolves on deck all about they hood
Bangin' out and they ain't neva been about they hood
I gotta way of findin' n**gas so these assholes hide
Gotta brigade sun to shade so my brass shows pride
Got Jimmy more for demmy
That'll smash your bride
Half truths will lodge your a** or lose a whole half side
Gottash*t on these fools
So I crap for a hobby
Make you O'neil kneel
For real stack my shack Shaq with the shotties
Got vultures freaks
For me they can slobby the knobby
You ain't f**kin' get
The truck and meet and greet in the lobby
Got classics whole lotta doe from the past yo'
A hot gun on the run need your basement
To crash h**
Recession still rappin'
But I'm jackin' for cash flow
Wanna waste time then go outside
And watch some grass grow
Got spears for your fears but I ain't Britney
Gotta name in this game 'cause my aim game's pretty
Gotta squad word to God 'cause it's rough in the city
Smooth as silk I got milk
If you a gotta couple of t**ties
I got Henney I got sizzurp
I got dinner I got dessert
I got goons in the hood with cases
Cone head hoodies and they rocks grew faces
I got this side I got that side
I gotta a big bag baby full of b**ch better act right
I got wolves on deck all about they hood
Bangin' out and they ain't neva been about they hood
I gotta ditch the b**ch call the gravel hail
Stitch the snitch tell her to sails
Or wail on the tattle tale
Tuck your tail when the battle fails
Keep a b**ch with a fatter tail
There's beef when the cattle yells
I'm the sh*t like into John Lennon
Spit venom my women and my denim are gremlin
Gotta family full of fugitives
Gotta shoot my way from a felony know what the future is
That's the moral of the story horror for ya
Like Kalashnikov southside of Tora Bora
Wanna score da border
Gotta gracious gorgeous
Many semi auto
Sweep your timbs and torso
Gotta b**ch with the Porsche though
Got it twisted and braided if not then keep the horse fro
Don't fuss take your b**ch back
Imma show if you walk over tough you gonna limp back
I got Henney I got sizzurp
I got dinner I got dessert
I got goons in the hood with cases
Cone head hoodies and they rocks grew faces
I got this side I got that side
I gotta a big bag baby full
Of b**ch better act right
I got wolves on deck all about they hood
Bangin' out and they ain't neva been about they hood
They hood
I gotta
I gotta