Yoke The Joker Lyrics - Greatest Hits: Naughty's Nicest - Naughty By Nature

Yoke the Joker! 

*laughter* 

Intro: Treach 

There are too many overnight MC's but one 

And too many wacked who haven't paid dues 

You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit 

and we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you 

Verse 1: Treach 

I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat 

Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back 

A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one 

If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun 

Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk 

And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk 

I ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief 

The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each 

look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe 

Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op 

How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while 

you're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle 

Hot, wild, raw, whores' still suave 

*laughter* Check out this style that I've 

soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky 

semi-social, never seem sloppy 

See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers 

Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy 

We see so-so-songs and some shots, so 

snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo 

Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin 

Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system 

Smoke the joker, three times over 

and owe her, go with the flow 

or I'm about to yoke a joker 

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Verse 2: Treach 

All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru 

Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do 

You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard 

Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards 

Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up 

Grab your microphone, battle time shown up 

Any freestyle I see while I prowl 

I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow 

Another victory, it's mystery 

I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery 

All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he 

get the things he needs? Remember how blistery? 

You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap 

You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me 

slicin your life away, just like I might today 

I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away... 

I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust 

Take you to a?, sure you can fly, just jump slut 

You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like 

You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight 

All luck y'all, look at the props y'all 

So proud I'm sure, suck my encore's 

Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo 

I'll smoke ya 

It's time to yoke the joker 

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Verse 3: Treach 

The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie 

is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early 

You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop 

If I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your shit dropped 

It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with 

You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket 

I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high 

Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high 

Never would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat 

"Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat" 

Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day 

Takin competition's what I do in the worst way 

Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya 

I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya 

The proof is in the footin, my collar ain't wooden 

It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children 

Physically, facially, racially made to be 

crazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be 

Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan 

This smack that then attract the new game plan 

Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test 

Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step 

That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live 

That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give 

Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit 

Bite what I might get, then up and say "I quit" 

Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg 

>From you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do 

Yoke the joker!