N.J. to L.A.

Album cover art for "N.J. to L.A." by Naughty By Nature & Rottin Razkals & Road Dawgs

Naughty By Nature & Rottin Razkals & Road Dawgs - Rap, Posse Cut

N.J. to L.A.

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[Chorus: Treach] Dirty Jers', NJ, killa Cali, LA Trey-Eights, AKs, bitches every day Dirty Jers', NJ, killa Cali, LA Parties, roleplay, four hoes for me [Verse 1: Treach] Hip-hop heroes, gon' please psychos, two rifles Double barrel, 'nother pharoah, four arrows Dump pellets, what will is for some jealous Stick a fork in your dog 'cause he's done, add relish Double I rider, five fighters, five Bibles When we ride, we gonna light up my weed with my lighter Put the gas on it, do eighty, show handle Gotta blast these fools, get back in time to watch The Sopranos I'm a damn animal, can't see me, starin' at you Stiff as a statue, Dirty Jersey, thirty tattoos Naughty's notion, more titties, more lotion Call Suave, get Obsession and chocolate, I'm open Got the X, nigga, triple X, nigga, text, nigga So you crashed and you'll learn to tell the next nigga Sore soldier, bustin' boulders, full fashion To the industry I'm takin' what's mine and ain't askin' [Chorus: Treach] Dirty Jers', NJ, killa Cali, LA Trey-Eights, AKs, bitches every day Dirty Jers', NJ, killa Cali, LA Parties, roleplay, four hoes for me [Verse 2: Fam] My niggas pop they collars, so bitches pop your ponytails We make songs to generate sales SoundScan it, swipin' the barcode Demandin' the music, we got such a tight hold We can't ever lose it from the Ill to the Wood, shit, we keepin' it hood If it ain't all good, fuck it, we did what we could [Verse 3: Diesel] From E.O. to the Ingo we spit flows Double I for those that did not know Diesel, Rottin Razkals, Road Dawgs Naughty by, all from the I 'Bout to blow both coasts, boom, sky high On the same grind at the same time The two Is are two sides of the same mind Y'all blind, can't find us where we at [Chorus: Treach] Dirty Jers', NJ, killa Cali, LA Trey-Eights, AKs, bitches every day Dirty Jers', NJ, killa Cali, LA Parties, roleplay, four hoes for me [Verse 4: Squeak Ru] I'ma act a goddamn fool (Goddamn fool), niggas better sit back and be cool (Be cool) Never was the type to fight after school (Uh-uh) Handy with my tool, make you niggas move, who? (Who?) Nigga, Squeak Ru (Who? Who?) All my niggas bang hip-hop (Hip-hop), I bang from the cell block (Cell block) Give a fuck what you tell the cops I get down with them dirty niggas (Dirty niggas) And count money from Inglewood to Jersey, nigga So put the stamp on it (Stamp on it), then airborne it (Airborne it) The number one most gangsta wanted (Wanted) I bag it up with two-ply (Two-ply, haha) Californ', East Oran' (East Oran'), motherfucker, D-2-I (Ah) [Verse 5: G-Luv] Gangsta Luv takin' off from the curb I bought you Trigga Treach these niggas scurred Double I to the death (D-I) Inglewood pretty city, Road Dawgs be the best in the west Me and my blood brother Squeak Ru creep through, keep cool I'm trigger happy with heat (Brrat), ready to street sweep fools We had the middle and index crossed in '93 (Double I, uh-huh) Way before copy cats ever ended the industry (Yeah) Six hundred block Key West, Queens streets, Q-I-P (Much love) Much love to all my homies I ain't hatin', bangin' dawn moonlight fadin' everythang (Razkals) You don't want none? Then get to escalate [Chorus: Treach] Dirty Jers', NJ, killa Cali, LA Trey-Eights, AKs, bitches every day Dirty Jers', NJ, killa Cali, LA Parties, roleplay, four hoes for me [Verse 6: B.R. the Swamp Rat] Y'all niggas don't want none, to talk to me true G I'm Inglewood's most notorious Q-S-B Now fuck niggas, fuck bitches, fuck snitches, fuck cops Fuck all y'all fools, Double I got it locked From east to west, holdin' heats to chest, we trick them riders Groupie love, can't nothin' divide us Still gone off the Henna B Control the zone where I roam, put the dome on my enemy I gots to feed my kids So don't trip when you feel a pistol pressed to your ribs I die for what I believe in Somebody gotta go, I guess your mama gon' be grievin' [Chorus: Treach] Dirty Jers', NJ, killa Cali, LA Trey-Eights, AKs, bitches every day Dirty Jers', NJ, killa Cali, LA Parties, roleplay, four hoes for me Dirty Jers', NJ, killa Cali, LA Trey-Eights, AKs, bitches every day Dirty Jers', NJ, killa Cali, LA Parties, roleplay, four hoes for me

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Credits

Writers
  • Treach
  • B.R. The Swamp Rat
  • Diesel (Rottin’ Razkals)
  • Fam (Rottin’ Razkals)
  • G-Luv
  • Squeak Ru
  • King Shameek