I Gotta Lotta (Clean)

I Gotta Lotta (Clean) - Naughty By Nature

I gotta

I gotta I gotta I gotta I gotta I gotta

I gotta chip on my shoulder that Bill Gates ain't make

Gotta connect up in Harlem

Gotta great weight rate

Gotta hotta enchilada

Gotta hot tre 8

Heavy rocks in my rings that a quake can't shake

Or she can freak

You a freak let's f**k

Keep a freak for a week

F**k a stunt for a month

Gotta brand hot damn and a great rapper flow

Gotta actual factual international after glow

Tools for ya fools trying to fix some ish

Got talent more gifted than a Christmas list

Got dibs on many things so I ride east west

Gotta list who's best so I stress why guess

Gotta lotta hot material real on the set

Got a** in first class bust some head on the jet

Got an album we wildin' so we ride don't rest

Got kids a gang of niggaz I call a Tribe Called Treach

I got Henney I got sizzurp

I got dinner I got dessert

I got goons in the hood with cases

Cone head hoodies and they rocks grew faces

I got this side I got that side

I gotta a big bag baby full of b**ch better act right

I got wolves on deck all about they hood

Bangin' out and they ain't neva been about they hood

I gotta way of findin' niggaz so these assholes hide

Gotta brigade sun to shade so my brass shows pride

Got Jimmy more for demmy that'll smash your bride

Half-truths will lodge your a** or lose a whole half side

Gottashit on these fools so I crap for a hobby

Make you O'neil for real stack my shack

Got vultures freaks for me they can slobby the knobby

You ain't f**kin' get the truck and meet and greet in the lobby

Got classics whole lotta doe from the past yo

A hot gun on the run need your basement to crash hoe

Recession still rappin' but I'm jackin' for cash flow

Wanna waste time then go outside and watch some grass grow

Got spears for your fears but I ain't Britney

Gotta name in this game cause my aim game's pretty

Gotta squad word to God cause it's rough in the city

Smooth as silk

I got milk if you a gotta couple of titties

I got Henney I got sizzurp

I got dinner I got dessert

I got goons in the hood with cases

Cone head hoodies and they rocks grew faces

I got this side I got that side

I gotta a big bag baby full of b**ch better act right

I got wolves on deck all about they hood

Bangin' out and they ain't neva been about they hood

I gotta ditch the b**ch call the gravel hail

Stitch the snitch tell her to sails or wail on the tattle tale

Tuck your tail when the battle fails

Keep a b**ch with a fatter tail

There's beef when the cattle yells

I'm the sh*t like into John Lennon

Spit venom my women and my denim are gremlin

Gotta family full of fugitives

Gotta shoot my way from a felony know what the future is

That's the moral of the story horror for ya

Like Kalashnikov southside of Tora Bora

Wanna score da border

Gotta gracious gorgeous

Many semi auto

Sweep your timbs and torso

Gotta b**ch with the Porsche though

Got it twisted and braided

If not then keep the horse fro

Don't fuss take your b**ch back

Imma show if you walk over tough you gonna limp back

I got Henney I got sizzurp

I got dinner I got dessert

I got goons in the hood with cases

Cone head hoodies and they rocks grew faces

I got this side I got that side

I gotta a big bag baby full of b**ch better act right

I got wolves on deck all about they hood

Bangin' out and they ain't neva been about they hood