Work Lyrics - Naughty By Nature

Car wash sample 

Hey, Butter, one of us, right away 

Work, uh, where all my hustlers? 

(Where them thugs at?) 

All my ballers, what? Let's do it like this 

(Get up) 

Uh, what? 

(Indiana, Indiana) 

Work, Mag in this muth, yo 

Killa Castro from Queens, trigga Treach 

(New Jeru, Dirty Jerz) 

Well, can you get it like I get it? I got to get my blood 

Known for slangin' yayo and part the lick with my thugs 

Fuck you, fuck your crew fool and all that shit 

Bitch, it's a new nigga on the premises, work 

Related 

23 One Hit Wonders You Still Can't Get Out Of Your Head 

LATEST SONG: Fat Joe, Dre, Lil Wayne - 'Pullin' - LYRICS 

NEW SONG: Machine Gun Kelly - 'Candy' Lyrics feat. Trippie Redd 

Ah, puttin' it down like I knows to, what? 

Splittin' these hata's wigs like I'm supposed to 

Whenever you wanna act the fool and come and test 

Get that AK slug through your vest 

Forget your dog, get bucked 

Wind up and see you with all the garbage stuck 

Now you in the depths of Hell, feel like damn it ain't my lucky day 

Never shoulda looked my way, motherfucker 

Don't trust your bitch ass fool as far as I can thrust you 

Don't make no sudden moves fool and I won't have to bust you 

Trigga Treach, he got his pistol do 

We puttin' in work from here to Russia fool 

So what the fuck y'all here to do, work 

Huh, and it's on like that motherfucker and it's on like that 

I puts in work and it's on like that 

Yo dog, I hope you cleaned your strap 

Uh, huh, 'cos I puts in work 

Photos 

Fatal how the hood'll hate you, caught up in drama 

Colors and ganja like black auto totes for armor 

Millies and macks never the same pocket 

Kept his Phillies and crack how the streets rock it 

Switch 'em, B cases like he fathered the system 

Organized block cinemas away from the prison 

With souls, lost rows and so on 

Fall victim to the streets and so much can go wrong 

Rebels meet crumble and majesties for salaries 

Out of towners and goose downers introduce pounders 

A lay loot for power evil roots shoot through cowards 

Lettin' other niggas just regulate they hours 

Coke or chronic, Philly roll Millie by his scrotum 

Barrel X to G packs, never got along with cops 

Like it was Brett Favre and D backs 

It's how rap cats believe that 

Just puttin' in work and it's on like that 

Castro, you know it's on like that, huh, huh, huh, huh, work 

And it's on like that, yeah, y'all we gettin' it on like that 

Puttin' it in y'all, puttin' it in y'all 

Check it, I get deep voice like Barry 

All you keep, naw you keep, forgot I got permit to carry 

All you sleep, look at me, his face I'll bury 

I look at you and say that's what happens when cousins marry 

Work, hate that funk shit, don't show up 

Tore up from the floor up 

My gat's so fat it needs to loose weight like hold up 

On the run, huh, it might be bailin' in a Bronco 

I be layin low from Rocko 

In a condo outside of Toronto 

How I feel about y'all poppin' shit 

Like a constipated port a lot of noise but you ain't droppin' shit 

This is me here, it ain't no other man 

Always into somebody's business like you was Work, nigga, I puts in like ten men 

Kick up more dust than dirt, drinkin' more gin than Vin 

Well, see no El Nino or ghetto tsunami 

Couldn't drop up on me so we got to fuck over Tommy 

I puts in work, I puts in work and it's on like that 

Motherfucker with them snakes and rats 

I puts in work, work and it's on like that 

Hope you motherfuckers watch your back 

'Cos I puts in work, work 

New Jerus, y'all Dirty Jerz, y'all 

Work, ah, ow, Indiana comin' on through 

Work, oh, what it mean y'all comin' from Queens 

Work, hey, put it down for my town