Intro: vin rock, treach

Hup, yeah guess whos back?
Hup, hup, naughty by natures in the house guess whos back?
Settin off the 19naughty4/ naughty5 flavour guess whos back?
Word up, this is how we do things guess whos back?
Uhh

Hook: (x2)

Cos its a slang bang thang
Slang bang, its a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang

Verse 1: vin rock, treach

Hup
Get up, get up but dont push me
Cos I aint mooshy mooshy, you cant mash me
You chocolate bastard with your smile, your face looks ashy

Sendin detrip witta free trip to blast out outer
See this, cos Im that nigga thatll leave you ass out like g-strings

Meanin Im fienin, your heart trips when it stay at work
So fuck fear you fear-fuck, one jerk Ill make your head hurt

The punani, theyre making pairs perk, wholl dare flirt
I get kittys from your city, just near where your mans work

I be on that ass like ol mole, turnin your whole show slow-mo
Cos youre too good to corroso

Im on and off so you know my shit aint partial
Pardon me, packin arsenals, takin knees and nostrils

Our style is savagery, you try to be the badder g
You aint even the man, you just the filling, wheres the cavity?
Father be grabbin it, gravity, have the gravity grabbin
Actually after we nigga naturally have to meet

Hook (x4)

Verse 2: treach

One check to the chin and youll be bust quicker than liquor
Aw shit, pop her chain and lock her rock, a city slicker
Slick a rhyme, kick or vick her, knock her without a popper
I take the cake, took the chain but left the lock up
Love me or leave me, hate me or like me
Might be gettin feisty, fuck yeah Im sheisty
Shit yeah, I fit there, *? sqwin? * your shit wear
Youre a trick until you niggered me a bitch without liquid
Some thank me for puttin the hanky in panky
Slappin stanky like lightning, stickin yankees like benjamin franky
Fuck buyin kitty cases and city lights
Just give my loot, get your licks and get all the high titties right
But then Im into what you bitches is sayin
So I wasnt really feelin on her ass, I was just massagin her brain
The objects that I learned from the projects
Try treach I bet, and get your throat choked like my necks

Hook (x2)

Verse 3: treach, vin rock

My mind thinks right, ? ? ? ? , pick snipes, dont pluck, Ill fuck your finger
At any *? prejudice presley? *, now I got more snipes than wesley

Test me, touch me and lay next to the rest of the best
The rusty monks or ? ? ? ? who tried to fuck me
But see this is where I boom and zoom
Just drive a line like a cartoonist on some soon shit

Adidas couldnt read us so they freed us
Then we tried reebok from a cheater, succeeded then got weeded
Oh anna, rip of some grandmas, no my grandma from santa ana
To atlanta where cops aint a-feared and niggas wear dannas
Now tell ya lady that Im crazy when Im summin
Theres a party and Im out and guess whos comin

Hook (x4)

Outro: vin rock, treach

Hup, hup, yeah niggas

Its all about a slang bang
Doin this shit lyrically on wax
And gettin paid for it
Word up, we dont care where youre from
Everybody can get down with the slang bang
We doin rhyme-bys on record
Hahahaha, wooweeeeee........