I Gotta Lotta Lyrics - Anthem Inc - Naughty By Nature

Intro (Method Man sample) 

I gotta lotta, I gotta gotta 

Verse 1 - 

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 fuck 

Keep a freak for a week 

Fuck 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 ass 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 

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Chorus: 

Treach 

I got Henney, I got sizzurp 

I got dinner, I got dessert 

Sonny Black 

I got goons in the hood with cases 

Cone head hoodies and they rocks grew faces 

Treach 

I got this side, I got that side 

I gotta a big bag baby full of bitch better act right 

Sonny Black 

I got wolves on deck all about they hood 

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

Verse 2 - 

Photos 

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 ass or lose a whole half side 

Gotta...shit on these fools, so I crap for a hobby 

Make you O'neil (kneel) for real stack my shack (Shaq) with the shotties 

Got vultures freaks for me, they can slobby the knobby 

You ain't fuckin' 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. 

Chorus: 

Treach 

I got Henney, I got sizzurp 

I got dinner, I got dessert 

Sonny Black 

I got goons in the hood with cases 

Cone head hoodies and they rocks grew faces 

Treach 

I got this side, I got that side 

I gotta a big bag baby full of bitch better act right 

Sonny Black 

I got wolves on deck all about they hood 

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

Verse 3 - 

I gotta ditch the bitch 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 bitch with a fatter tail 

There's beef when the cattle yells 

I'm the shit 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 bitch with the Porsche though 

Got it twisted and braided, if not then keep the horse fro 

Don't fuss, take your bitch back 

Imma show if you walk over tough you gonna limp back. 

Chorus: 

Treach 

I got Henney, I got sizzurp 

I got dinner, I got dessert 

Sonny Black 

I got goons in the hood with cases 

Cone head hoodies and they rocks grew faces 

Treach 

I got this side, I got that side 

I gotta a big bag baby full of bitch better act right 

Sonny Black 

I got wolves on deck all about they hood 

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