Natural Fun

Lyrics

[Intro: Ski] Uh, Funkdoobiest Whatcha gonna do to this (Nigga) Roc-a-Bloc, y'all (What, what) Nonstop, y'all (Yeah, uh, we 'bout to what?) We 'bout to hit you live (Say what?) We bout to hit you live, check it out [Verse 1: Ski] Niggas'll thirst for the lyrical verse I figure the first nigga to burst will be the first nigga to die No lie, you figure that I, even imagine me, Ski Tragically takin' a fall, it all comes naturally Y'all, peep the breath control Whenever I'm around, got it locked straight up and down like vertical halls Rhythms I'm ridin', niggas are hidin', heads collidin' I spread my wings and start glidin' Crews get crushed, bust, eat dust, we trust no man I Roc-a-Bloc with no band, that be my slogan, and Keepin' it real for you petty mic sparkers It's all good, swingin' through your hood like Peter Parker [Hook: Son Doobie, (Unknown Female Vocalist)] (What you gonna do when you make it through (?)) I'm gonna have some fun (What do you consider fun?) Fun, natural fun [Verse 2: Krumb Snatcha] Lyrically strapped for rebel combat, I'm all that You the first up to bat? You the first MC to get slapped BLAOW! Blown out the frame, feelin' the mental pain Singin' the little hairs on your brains My name's up in neon, I'ma knock out like Leon Spinks I'll break your whole nose like the Sphinx You better think, before you try to cross the border It's hot, gettin' hotter, lyrical rap man slaughter Be the charge, you (?) like Discover credit cards And I'll frustrate ya camp like a redneck prison guard Now you scarred, for life, like you Scarface 'Cause you tried to base, when you know you can't face The force from the Jedi, but my name is not Luke Now stoop, 'cause ya ass out like Daisy Dukes These roots go deep, way beyond Africa, now peep The way the Green Beret slay, wrappin you in sheets [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Son Doobie] The horny brother, who (?) for your maracas Break the Southside, oh nah, don't feel me, papa Aye yo, Que Paso, doping 'til I'm (?) Son Sinatra, who get his fate at the (?) Got Lola Falana in hot jacuzzi water Hijack the chopper, do or die train robbers Stop the contra, with no primadonnas Make a (?), B-boy king knocker The real mic soldier, the chain smoker Chicken choker, it be the ace at straight poker Mocha, (?), head toker Back stroker, so (?) Latin Joker On the other blood, I walk the streets on (?) Show the strength cold and long gunnin' holster My persona, lays back like leather sofas Vocal felon, rockin' son, (?) [Hook x2] [Beat until fade]