| 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 |