Pin the Tail on the Donkey

Song	Pin the Tail on the Donkey
Artist	Naughty by Nature
Album	Naughty by Nature

Lyrics

	作词 : Brown, Criss, Gist ...
	Oh finally, finally(Here we are)
	And for good, are the three, follow me(It ain't far)
	Even though if it was, you could make it to the start
	The enemies, do you know who they are?(There they are)
	A devil with the dorags be walkin', now
	I had it up to there
	Oh yeah, that's the last straw(The Nature's back for)[Unverified]
	Pin the tail on the junkie, find a false flavor
	It's a new day to play with a neighbour
	Freeze the
	MC's that wanna see thee
	By now Naughty
	By Nature by me
	They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged
	Dump the last of the matinee, 'cos they couldn't stand the damn rain
	The pain's the same, the game remains mine
	I got more hooks than a fish line
	Bite the head off a snake
	Chew up from the first to last break and shoot 'em in the face make way(Move)
	Who are you to test me?
	I seen your last porno flick, it ain't impress me
	Wassup? Cuddle sport, here's a thought(The only records that they got, are the records their crew bought)
	Damn real
	B rock, get fienin', spunky
	Pin the tail on the donkey[Unverified]
	Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
	I do more poppin' than a blockhead, wreck the wax-heads,
	I'm fed(Go ahead, you retired tack-head)
	Back to the fact of the track witta new thought
	You couldn't smoke butts witta match and a
	NewportHere we go, we go, we go again, witta flow we know, we know it's in(Def play like Poppa Simpson)
	KayGee's on the slice, can he coclean?
	Doin' more scratchin' than a funk and a dope fiend
	Go knock the blocks off, get your props off
	But don't cop off, cop out, and
	I'll cuts off
	Another renegade of rap will stop that
	I'm more feared than a
	Sugar Hill contract
	I'm known for
	Lettin' The
	Hos Go, my demo's all flow
	When cursin' was a nono, you dodo
	Give it up cos
	I'm hot witta warm hate
	I won't stop, pop, 'til that head is screwed on straight
	I take shorts, and no sorts, so take that clone
	The only thing
	I take is the 8 to the path home
	And I take you all the way to the north stop
	Your style's more foul than a pork chop
	I rock the hip-hop, nonstop ticktock
	Around the big clock, witta spot, ticktock
	Pin the tail on the jackass, it don't mean jack(Chill)
	To a brother from down the hill
	Back track with a rap that remains funky(Hmm, and it's ugh)
	Back in the day, y'all,
	I played with playdough
	The dough is real now, and dildo's feel how
	A starvin' hungry
	MC gets when
	MC [unverified] your own is the big sin
	I'm starvin' up, it's time ta, call them up, yup
	Get 'em and cut 'em up, stuff 'em and cook the duck
	Tough luck, tell 'em to shut up and jet
	And feel the threat of a real life roughneck
	Pin the tail on the donkey[Unverified](Check check, where you, where you at, at?)
	That another best will need a hard vest for this head check)(What? There's another, Treach?)
	That's what
	I heard, yep
	Three steps from a pit, boom, in his chest
	I never knew a nigga really wanted to die
	Instead he bit, instead of lookin' me eye-to-eye, then
	IKnew he was truly thru, dumb plus the one
	To meet the mighty one, call a bad one
	I rhyme about what
	I want to, microphone 12
	You're doin' like [unverified] then a bomb do
	The MC of
	RHP to L double ok
	At, in the ninetie, or watch me
	SCAnd I might top to step to a sexy
	Fancy, prancy and dancy
	No cosmo stomp, her's the true form
	Style's so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe horn
	Here's a clearer mirror, dear ya
	Lookin' in nearer, 'cos
	I don't fear ya
	Some get too souped to the point
	Where it's still too thick but still lick thru and thru
	Always wanted a guy to come and try
	To get sly and try ta, get by my
	Hideous, treacherous style that's wreckin' it
	Pin the tail on the donkey
	What the [unverified]
	Yo, yo, yo, yo, wassup yo?
	What happened?
	It's like that?
	We gon' rush you again
	Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Pinyin

	zuò cí : Brown, Criss, Gist ...
	Oh finally, finally Here we are
	And for good, are the three, follow me It ain' t far
	Even though if it was, you could make it to the start
	The enemies, do you know who they are? There they are
	A devil with the dorags be walkin', now
	I had it up to there
	Oh yeah, that' s the last straw The Nature' s back for Unverified
	Pin the tail on the junkie, find a false flavor
	It' s a new day to play with a neighbour
	Freeze the
	MC' s that wanna see thee
	By now Naughty
	By Nature by me
	They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged
	Dump the last of the matinee, ' cos they couldn' t stand the damn rain
	The pain' s the same, the game remains mine
	I got more hooks than a fish line
	Bite the head off a snake
	Chew up from the first to last break and shoot ' em in the face make way Move
	Who are you to test me?
	I seen your last porno flick, it ain' t impress me
	Wassup? Cuddle sport, here' s a thought The only records that they got, are the records their crew bought
	Damn real
	B rock, get fienin', spunky
	Pin the tail on the donkey Unverified
	Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
	I do more poppin' than a blockhead, wreck the waxheads,
	I' m fed Go ahead, you retired tackhead
	Back to the fact of the track witta new thought
	You couldn' t smoke butts witta match and a
	NewportHere we go, we go, we go again, witta flow we know, we know it' s in Def play like Poppa Simpson
	KayGee' s on the slice, can he coclean?
	Doin' more scratchin' than a funk and a dope fiend
	Go knock the blocks off, get your props off
	But don' t cop off, cop out, and
	I' ll cuts off
	Another renegade of rap will stop that
	I' m more feared than a
	Sugar Hill contract
	I' m known for
	Lettin' The
	Hos Go, my demo' s all flow
	When cursin' was a nono, you dodo
	Give it up cos
	I' m hot witta warm hate
	I won' t stop, pop, ' til that head is screwed on straight
	I take shorts, and no sorts, so take that clone
	The only thing
	I take is the 8 to the path home
	And I take you all the way to the north stop
	Your style' s more foul than a pork chop
	I rock the hiphop, nonstop ticktock
	Around the big clock, witta spot, ticktock
	Pin the tail on the jackass, it don' t mean jack Chill
	To a brother from down the hill
	Back track with a rap that remains funky Hmm, and it' s ugh
	Back in the day, y' all,
	I played with playdough
	The dough is real now, and dildo' s feel how
	A starvin' hungry
	MC gets when
	MC unverified your own is the big sin
	I' m starvin' up, it' s time ta, call them up, yup
	Get ' em and cut ' em up, stuff ' em and cook the duck
	Tough luck, tell ' em to shut up and jet
	And feel the threat of a real life roughneck
	Pin the tail on the donkey Unverified Check check, where you, where you at, at?
	That another best will need a hard vest for this head check What? There' s another, Treach?
	That' s what
	I heard, yep
	Three steps from a pit, boom, in his chest
	I never knew a nigga really wanted to die
	Instead he bit, instead of lookin' me eyetoeye, then
	IKnew he was truly thru, dumb plus the one
	To meet the mighty one, call a bad one
	I rhyme about what
	I want to, microphone 12
	You' re doin' like unverified then a bomb do
	The MC of
	RHP to L double ok
	At, in the ninetie, or watch me
	SCAnd I might top to step to a sexy
	Fancy, prancy and dancy
	No cosmo stomp, her' s the true form
	Style' s so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe horn
	Here' s a clearer mirror, dear ya
	Lookin' in nearer, ' cos
	I don' t fear ya
	Some get too souped to the point
	Where it' s still too thick but still lick thru and thru
	Always wanted a guy to come and try
	To get sly and try ta, get by my
	Hideous, treacherous style that' s wreckin' it
	Pin the tail on the donkey
	What the unverified
	Yo, yo, yo, yo, wassup yo?
	What happened?
	It' s like that?
	We gon' rush you again
	Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go