Na Na Lyrics - Singles - Pretty Willie

[Intro] 

you ready, don't you know dawg? 

J.L., Big Al, come on and roll wit me 

Suella (laughing) 

This is for all y'all, look 

Just cause I call myself Pretty they think I'm 

arrogant or somethin' 

Dawg I'm just talkin' about Pretty life playboy 

That's how we do it up herre 

You know what I'm sayin, look 

[Verse] 

Why can't I call myself Pretty (Pretty) 

If you thugged out, cleaned up, seen us, all black 

truck and blinged up 

Big bucks must be made and not truss 

No one can do it betta' than us, so playa what 

I'm a small cat, but I'm ready for action 

When it comes to freakin' women 

I get down like Jesse Jackson, I'm maxin' 

Man, I'm as cool as a fan, in Dark Times 

All cats, leavin' ya straight for Frontline 

But the haters keep on talkin' to me daily (daily) 

The hell with conversation playa, pay me (pay me) 

Got safe, got me out the cracks (the slums) 

I'm a playa rockin' shows leavin' record ???, it's fun 

Hard work and dedication will pay, just a dose of 

Pretty Willie will keep the doctor away 

What more can I say, the truth and nothin' but the truth 

But for them haters that didn't want it 

yo this one's for you (I'm like) 

[Chorus: 2x] 

Na Na Na Na Naaa (Na Na Na Na Naaa) 

Naaa Na Na Na Naaa (Naaa Na Na Na Naaa) 

I'm just Suella, makin' my life betta' 

Got crme, feddy, and chedda', ready to do whatever 

[Verse] 

It seem like y'all (y'all) cats (cats) 

Claimin' to be real, y'all need to stop (stop) that 

(that) 

Cause when it come to rhymin' it's like a storm, did that 

Avoidin' them cats, them oily gats 

So looks like were sergeant, they can geuss 

My ride is stoppin' all y'all like stop signs 

More cock than a glock 9, shoot nineteen times 

When it come to rhyme, it seem like y'all addicted to mine 

Makazumas line up in a single-file line 

Ready to hit it hot (hold up) 

That dawg spit like that bunny the dummy 

I can't quit droppin' hits, the day, for me to getcha 

The first realla, to fake y'all like George Gipper, the big gimper 

On a scale of 1 to 10, I can't be like you 

Wack lil' crews I choose the souf like their a flu 

What you would, chill and freeze, boy please 

Fatality for tease don't make my mission complete 

[Chorus] 

[Verse] 

There's no way 

You sorry bustas gon' take me 

There's no way 

You sorry bustas gon' take me 

There's no way 

You sorry bustas gon' take me 

There's no way, no way, no way 

[Chorus] 

[*Pretty Willie talking*] 

(laughing) yea 

Republic, Universal, D2 

Frontline come on! 

[Chorus to end]