Hot Potato Lyrics - 19 Naughty Iii - Naughty By Nature

(Freddie Foxxx) 

Mic check 1-2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic 

And your rhyme better be fat, or you might have to fight 

Yeah, there's no escape from the terrordome 

You know I'm nice when I'm bustin fat rhymes on the metronome 

MC's never pass the mic to the Foxxx, cause 

Once I bust a fat rhyme, you be a has-was 

I beat you down on stage and when the battle's over 

You'll be leaving your show in a hearse Nova 

I'm flippin the x's three times and I'm back again 

See, on my way down stage they had me strapped in 

But once I hit New York and they losened the chains 

I went and bought me a Tec, now I'm wild, insane 

I'm on a hunt for a rapper who wanna turn singer 

I got my beat-em-down bat and a itchy finger 

So if you're nice with the mic and you wanna flip 

I'm the rap bounty hunter and it's time to get yo ass whipped 

Yeah, I'm comin from the streets, pop 

And please fight back, so you can get dropped 

It's time to see who's nice and who can really rap 

I smack the taste out your mouth, you wanna be a mack 

I'm not tryin to shake the water and wake the gator 

But I'ma pass the mic like a hot potato 

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1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 

(1 - 2 - 3- 4) 

(Treach) 

You fly high... 

I heard your tape, then flipped the next side lookin for the def side 

You couldn't be alright if I erased your left side 

Who's wet dried when Treach tried, next died 

I'm gonna slide your wet wide, so step side 

Any dull raps get the skull caps pulled back full breeze 

Blastin your ass back at full speed 

Hoes in flow, you know, bimbo 

And won't stop prayin and playin until I'm layin up in fo' 

Nowhere to run, nowhere to go 

I got a solid hip below the belt to make your nuts not grow 

Here's to all crews that been wack 

I got a thinkin cap with raps I attached with a chin strap 

Flash past your girl who's def in the flesh 

Yes, you can't believe that she said "Treach" 

The wicked-a-wicked-a-wully-bully 

Bad and fully and surely bad 

Ready and willy gettin? glad 

Dissed in hell and fell in fire 

I attack your back, force you to retire with a wet wire 

Give you the whip appeal like Toby 

Listen, oldie but goldie 

Take the dough from all who owe me 

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1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 

(1 - 2 - 3- 4) 

(Freddie Foxxx) 

If a rapper disrespect me I smack him in his mouth 

I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat - boom! then I knock him out 

I keep heat and keep the clips in my sock 

When my glock get hot you punk niggas better leave the block 

Yeah, Freddie Foxxx on a rampage 

Every time I touch the mic the police is standin front stage 

Cause I been labelled as a troublemaker 

I send my baddest girl to your house to play the heart breaker 

She'll lay you down and put hickeys on your chest 

Then turn around and blast you with a .33 shot Tec 

You couldn't rap, you was wack from the get-go 

So you got bumped off by my head hoe 

Called by the Militant Mack, my mentality is jail 

Long as I'm strapped I can't fail 

Check this, I take the bass and I bust you in the eye with it 

A piece of steel with a screen on top, I'm gettin fly with it 

I'm bringin suckers to the street again 

Cause them same broke-ass niggas ridin on my meat again 

Mr. Microphone flipped the beat again 

Suckers got caught with the rhyme, felt the heat again 

I'm breakin it down, lettin you know I'm never lettin go 

I beat your brother down, punk, just to let you know 

This is hip-hop, gee, not 'hit pop' 

You mess around with the beats, get your boots knocked 

I'ma slide, I'm in her when I see you suckers later 

As I pass the mic like a hot potato 

1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 

(1 - 2 - 3- 4) 

(Treach) 

Shrimps attempt to get pimped when playin pimp, why 

Sleepin with a limp eye 

Pass the hot potato, Treach done? chop to french fries 

Mad as a murder vet, man, it'll hurt a set 

Well, to hell with you and your fat-o with the gurtle neck 

So ol' golddigger, dig some dirt, there you have it 

Want ring or a marriage, go get the carrot from a rabbit 

Before I stab him for his lucky foot 

Hit him with a puffy hook, hit the hare, now look how lucky looks 

I'm not a chip on your shoulder, I'm a boulder on a path 

Left a gash, you catch a headache in your ass 

Class I'm disrespectin, I won't see you trippin, clown 

Shh - when I do, you be trippin, slippin and fallin down 

All's left to call cops 

When I smack you with a leather wig and make you suckers suede bald spots 

Chip-chop, flip the hip-hop, I chuckle 

You couldn't knock boots with a muthafuckin knuckle 

It's on, what's more, talk and get a boo-boo from your jaw 

It's easy as 1-2-3-4 

1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 

(1 - 2 - 3- 4) 

(Treach) 

That's what I'm talkin 'bout 

Word up 

4 potatos 

4 verses 

Some hard rough stuff for all those hungry MC's out there, youknowmsayin? 

(Freddie Foxxx) 

Yeah baby 

Nothin commercial about this 

The Militant Mack in the house 

And I got a right hand for all that try to stand in my face and front 

Believe that 

And I'm comin straight from the streets 

Word up