Song | Holdin Fort |
Artist | Naughty by Nature |
Album | Poverty's Paradise |
作词 : V. Brown/A. Criss/K. Gist | |
作曲 : V. Brown/A. Criss/K. Gist | |
Oh, oh hell yeah | |
*police sirens, car screeches* | |
Alright we don't want any problems here. Y'all just break it up Five-0 | |
Just, just Say what go on home | |
We don't wanna take anybody in. We don't wanna give any citations | |
I ain't goin nowhere, I ain't goin nowhere | |
Ahh, just, ahh, go on home and turn down that music | |
**** that we havin fun Turn, I want the music turned off | |
Ain't nobody doin nuttin, ain't nobody doin nuttin right now | |
Verse 1: Treach | |
From stank booties wit cooties | |
The finest head is hoochie's | |
Bunta, change your name from Kunta | |
Still wouldn't do that shit that you say, who play | |
With that hoopla hooray, who say What Who try | |
You lie where you try you want ta see your whole damn crew fry | |
The moral of the story, niggas handling it | |
Crooked cops wanna run us out but we ain't abandoning shit | |
Cos we from 1-1-8 wit a slum of crazy | |
Niggas wit sawn offs, tre-8's, plus nine millimetres WAIT | |
You don't wanna start a riot | |
Cos they won't jack shit, get quiet til half the ****ing force is fired | |
Done em boys now dem unemployed | |
See them on Orange Street looking ta get broke fiending in dope, looking to | |
Get corduroy | |
Boy the son of Tory, a tray hot hole | |
She play that model like a throttle to waddle a bottle | |
Stop that crooked cop shit is the topic | |
We're coming, **** a summons, so long as Illtown rocks it, you can't stop | |
It | |
Chorus: | |
Now who's these mother****ers in our neighbourhood | |
Just pound the sound don't worry now cos they found Illtown | |
Now who's these mother****ers in our neighbourhood | |
Just pound the sound, don't worry now, don't worry now | |
Interlude: | |
This is car number 5-0 | |
We have no control over the situation | |
We are now dispersing | |
We advise the Mayor be moved immediately | |
My God, at least 1500 people are marching straight for City Hall | |
Verse 2: Treach | |
To bad if you're agile, knee check fragile, eject, reject | |
What's left of your respect A bag of shit, did you see yet | |
I'll G it like Viet-nam bomb, so be it | |
Even freak it from the deepest ta weakest, even beat walkers beat it | |
Body breaker from the bricks bank and booty bumper who knew boo | |
Hoo, scary like voodoo, strictly Illtown and Zoo crew | |
The party can't quit it's been plan, bought cop's hunt and man's sport | |
They scam sports while Illtown and Newark stand fort | |
We don't wrestle and fools don't disrespect us | |
They don't want ta get pulled inside-out from their assholes and lassoed | |
We just break down and boogie oogie oogie | |
A shoutout ta Ski, Steve Pedro, Gutta and Mookie | |
We're on a mission to keep pou people hoppin and hippin instead of trippin | |
Even if the city won't give us permission | |
Listen now, party's mo' butter now, better not **** around and try ta shut | |
Us down | |
We'll find out who run this town | |
Chorus: | |
Now who's these mother****ers in our neighbourhood | |
Just pound the sound, don't worry cos they found Illtown | |
Now who's these mother****ers in our neighbourhood | |
Just pound the sound, pound the sound | |
Verse 3: Treach | |
The sound, the sound, I found the sound, a pound around | |
Around a pound of pound of some shit quick ta break it down | |
Because the boom-ta-bat-boom-boom makes me want to zoom zoom | |
In ya poom poom, break fool across the room soon | |
As we zoom pass one tellin me chillin's a felony | |
Jokers play like poker, now out comes the jealousy | |
Apparently I am politically overpowered, they can't touch this | |
We'll party no quest', protest show just the slums corruptest | |
So pump this, bump this, pump this if you want this | |
But funk that, funk them, funk this if they front wit | |
That same ol jibber jabber yap flapping groupie crew | |
Etcetera etcetera, ya gotta move the same ol woopty woo | |
You ain't even gotta fill me in, ya better me kill then | |
Cos we straight holdin fort like them Indians | |
You talk that I'll lock you up for loitering | |
You'll hit the border then, then you won't be ploicin you'll be borderin | |
Chorus: | |
Now who's these mother****ers in our neighbourhood | |
Just pound the sound, don't worry now cos they found Illtown | |
Now who's these mother****ers in our neighbourhood | |
Just pound the sound, don't worry now, don't worry now | |
Now who's these mother****ers in our neighbourhood | |
Just pound the sound, don't worry now cos they found Illtown | |
Now who's these mother****ers in our neighbourhood | |
Just pound the sound, pound the sound |
zuò cí : V. Brown A. Criss K. Gist | |
zuò qǔ : V. Brown A. Criss K. Gist | |
Oh, oh hell yeah | |
police sirens, car screeches | |
Alright we don' t want any problems here. Y' all just break it up Five0 | |
Just, just Say what go on home | |
We don' t wanna take anybody in. We don' t wanna give any citations | |
I ain' t goin nowhere, I ain' t goin nowhere | |
Ahh, just, ahh, go on home and turn down that music | |
that we havin fun Turn, I want the music turned off | |
Ain' t nobody doin nuttin, ain' t nobody doin nuttin right now | |
Verse 1: Treach | |
From stank booties wit cooties | |
The finest head is hoochie' s | |
Bunta, change your name from Kunta | |
Still wouldn' t do that shit that you say, who play | |
With that hoopla hooray, who say What Who try | |
You lie where you try you want ta see your whole damn crew fry | |
The moral of the story, niggas handling it | |
Crooked cops wanna run us out but we ain' t abandoning shit | |
Cos we from 118 wit a slum of crazy | |
Niggas wit sawn offs, tre8' s, plus nine millimetres WAIT | |
You don' t wanna start a riot | |
Cos they won' t jack shit, get quiet til half the ing force is fired | |
Done em boys now dem unemployed | |
See them on Orange Street looking ta get broke fiending in dope, looking to | |
Get corduroy | |
Boy the son of Tory, a tray hot hole | |
She play that model like a throttle to waddle a bottle | |
Stop that crooked cop shit is the topic | |
We' re coming, a summons, so long as Illtown rocks it, you can' t stop | |
It | |
Chorus: | |
Now who' s these mother ers in our neighbourhood | |
Just pound the sound don' t worry now cos they found Illtown | |
Now who' s these mother ers in our neighbourhood | |
Just pound the sound, don' t worry now, don' t worry now | |
Interlude: | |
This is car number 50 | |
We have no control over the situation | |
We are now dispersing | |
We advise the Mayor be moved immediately | |
My God, at least 1500 people are marching straight for City Hall | |
Verse 2: Treach | |
To bad if you' re agile, knee check fragile, eject, reject | |
What' s left of your respect A bag of shit, did you see yet | |
I' ll G it like Vietnam bomb, so be it | |
Even freak it from the deepest ta weakest, even beat walkers beat it | |
Body breaker from the bricks bank and booty bumper who knew boo | |
Hoo, scary like voodoo, strictly Illtown and Zoo crew | |
The party can' t quit it' s been plan, bought cop' s hunt and man' s sport | |
They scam sports while Illtown and Newark stand fort | |
We don' t wrestle and fools don' t disrespect us | |
They don' t want ta get pulled insideout from their assholes and lassoed | |
We just break down and boogie oogie oogie | |
A shoutout ta Ski, Steve Pedro, Gutta and Mookie | |
We' re on a mission to keep pou people hoppin and hippin instead of trippin | |
Even if the city won' t give us permission | |
Listen now, party' s mo' butter now, better not around and try ta shut | |
Us down | |
We' ll find out who run this town | |
Chorus: | |
Now who' s these mother ers in our neighbourhood | |
Just pound the sound, don' t worry cos they found Illtown | |
Now who' s these mother ers in our neighbourhood | |
Just pound the sound, pound the sound | |
Verse 3: Treach | |
The sound, the sound, I found the sound, a pound around | |
Around a pound of pound of some shit quick ta break it down | |
Because the boomtabatboomboom makes me want to zoom zoom | |
In ya poom poom, break fool across the room soon | |
As we zoom pass one tellin me chillin' s a felony | |
Jokers play like poker, now out comes the jealousy | |
Apparently I am politically overpowered, they can' t touch this | |
We' ll party no quest', protest show just the slums corruptest | |
So pump this, bump this, pump this if you want this | |
But funk that, funk them, funk this if they front wit | |
That same ol jibber jabber yap flapping groupie crew | |
Etcetera etcetera, ya gotta move the same ol woopty woo | |
You ain' t even gotta fill me in, ya better me kill then | |
Cos we straight holdin fort like them Indians | |
You talk that I' ll lock you up for loitering | |
You' ll hit the border then, then you won' t be ploicin you' ll be borderin | |
Chorus: | |
Now who' s these mother ers in our neighbourhood | |
Just pound the sound, don' t worry now cos they found Illtown | |
Now who' s these mother ers in our neighbourhood | |
Just pound the sound, don' t worry now, don' t worry now | |
Now who' s these mother ers in our neighbourhood | |
Just pound the sound, don' t worry now cos they found Illtown | |
Now who' s these mother ers in our neighbourhood | |
Just pound the sound, pound the sound |