It's Workin' Lyrics - Poverty's Paradise - Naughty By Nature

CHORUS 

It's workin', It's workin' 

Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! 

I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets, we reign and we pop, and daily 

routine sweeps. 

It's the fanatic, can't kick the habit, so there you have it, I'm a 

addict. 

When I'm near the mike I gots to grab it. Rip the system to shreds, grab 

the braids in my head. 

Everybody get lifted, remember the rhyme said. This is your introduction 

to the new episode. 

With the Double I countin' down to explode. 

Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more, livin' rotten to the 

core 

everybody to the right, cause all I got left is my flow. 

I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a record ocean. Uh oh, I guess 

it's going' down, not now, right now. 

So I got down with the git down for Illtown. Figure it's the fine 

fanny, 

I miss my mammy. 

And you could ask my uncle Randy, I'm grateful for my granny nanny 

that's 

my mother's mammy. Two tittle brothers with different fathers but we're 

still family. 

Forget how rough I had it, let's see how smooth it gets. Cuz I might 

wind 

up doing that same old cruddy shit. 

Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood. Back cockin', 

buckshottin', your ass is shot. 

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CHORUS 

It's workin', It's workin' 

Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! 

Can you chill a can can you spill a can can you kill a can I know I can 

I 

know I can I know I can can an American a Republican tucking with this 

African can from this kian land I know I can It's a war wick wick wick 

wack that's Dionne Dionne should have predicted her quick trip and 

Stayed 

cool like fuckin' freon Or get frozen for eons and beyond bein' the 

unbelievable bastard I be Well belive that shit's some be on Settle the 

score check Melba needs Moore since now she poor looks to get richer by 

puttin' rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step 

KLICKOW' Your ass like Calvin so butts get kicked now forgive the enemy 

be 

a friend of me you teach but forgivin' ain't seem my music crushed in 

the 

streets preach love practice hate break tapes and chatterin' Streaks on 

your structure Stain your whole establishment let's get specific style 

that's horiorific twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic 

we'll lift it then shift it brandish the biscuit finish you nitwit 

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Christmas won't stop this slick shit 

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CHORUS 

It's workin', It's workin' 

Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! 

time to do sit up I'm a loose nut watch crews get cut bring it to my 

illtown grounds and lose your butts but whaqt is the matter matter 

of fact I don't wanna hear you talk so close your trap 

Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter see Dolores sucka 

truck I shoula told you Large Marge sent her two chocolates away from 

being sloppy in bunches with no lunches step with the punches and try 

some 

butt crunches get your hands clappin front and the back and keep a cool 

head for all my swingers packin attackin' back in the motherfuckin' 

house 

done travelled a milion miles and I'm still kickin' styles backsnack 

taht 

ass back now how's about that? you feel about as shitty as a baby's 

unwiped ass crack I'll crack a bat dead on the back black and leave you 

layin' there flat as a flapjack 

We ain't friends to the end I blasted Chuckie after this instead of beef 

you'll be givin me chicken at Kentucky lackin' lucky so worlds fear 

these 

and there'll be no more you Ooh! ooh! like no world's series 

Never a fad and madder than mad and radical rude rottin' razxkal kid man 

what's happenin'? check the skills on the real it's best to chill don't 

be 

caught in the down the hill ordeal it's ill 

man this shit is deep huh! I'm goin' deep undercover like a muhfucker 

way 

beneath the sheets full blows get thrown to the upper dome and continue 

to 

go on until you're up and gone 

When we spot a block knok no tellin' where the rest will go hustle with 

my 

friends straight ballin' like testicles bowlin for dollars rollin' for 

hours rappers the pin strike is my friend they be took out in groups of 

ten 

scoopin' change you'll be like "Who's that group again?" on the ground 

with no sound with just boots and chins yeah and ya don't stop lust 

check 

out us Illtown niggaz rock