Nineteen ninety three three three The brand new beginning A brand new year The season of the cruddy niggas, ha! The super producer Kay Gee is in the mother fuckin house And on the microphone, the naughty boy number two Vin Rock is in this place, ha! And finally the king of the panty raid, punani don Treach Wrecking up the set, ha! Now coming straight from a hundred and eighteenth street III Town, East Orange Naughty by Nature introduces, ha, the year we take no shorts Anybody caught dissin' We're takin' it straight to your mother fuckin' face, ha And we ain't bullshittin', ha, Haha Nineteen ninety three three three Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go, Here we go, Come on As long as I can shit solids and piss liquids I'ma kick it I ain't got to say I'm wicked scalping ass whippin' tickets And for those who has to swear we stay here We don't relief to the streets nobody in there helped us outta here Pile up the switch up, switch up the style up Say something fouled up, you come to step to us I say you're towered, go and get your neck knocked off Get a wreck off, so step off, before you wipe the floor like a step cloth They like to do all, jumping hoes on low Like judo, my bite, leaves your brain feeling light Like to heav- you know, you know I ought flows ago Cause my version go, having mo than yo Toe to toe and much mo in sto', keep you nose on my dough How much I made?, don't get dis grin, just know my income comes in There's really nothing left to throw, tell us wheres the flow to show Uh oh so here we go Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go, Here we go, Come on You ain't hard enough to hit wind Knock down breath fight through rain Here's the perfect record Scaring rappers with my name? And if you can't say hello at the same show Then don't sit your R&B ass in the same row Cause I might have a fit y'all I might try to twist your wig off And tell you when the hits off Prissy ass of the week Has a dissy ass of the month Papa just says he rappin' to a sissy slum End all for your whole body snotty oh no I got more talent in my shrinkin' stinkin' pinky toe I didn't know how many rhymes that flow I sprouted talent, started music in my notebooks all that counts So it's time to make em shout The way we feel we might drop another album Two days after this one comes out Word to rap, I won't let For no one to know, ho, so Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go, Here we go, Come on My circle working hurt the urkel Now the vietical skirt show jerk They get so fat they get had by the mad circle And what you gonna feel How you gonna feel when I flow oh I wanna know I wanna know I want to know Yo, I'm the fear of the year Yeah I'm that fear And I'm the same trigga nigga from last year A plenty of MCs is lackin' Writin' slicker I'm whippin' And if your girl is missin' that's the new kitten I'm hittin' So don't put out an A.P.B Put out an O.P.P Done by you know me he he Hanging like a tassle Honey wanna wrassle I tear you a new hiney like the rotten rascals Past hoes have no place to roam They're alone, so find them on thier asses Send the hoes home And best not have an attitude If you every ho with an attitude If I stomp you that should flatter you Never dis the flavor unit cause well do a battle You punch it out of you They might want to battle you We got tricky hes for the tricky shes We got La, Salt N Pepa, Yo-Yo, Lyte and Nikki D And they come figure in the higgy G And how your lost ass was found is still a fuckin' mystery And you can bring any one friend I'll leave you cryin' like an onion walking crooked-like up on your heel Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go