| Song | Everyday All Day |
| Artist | Naughty by Nature |
| Album | Naughty by Nature |
| 作曲 : Kenko-p & Yuuta Nakano | |
| 作词 : Yuuta Nakano (中野雄太) | |
| Verse 1：Treach | |
| This is somethin that I call the flow | |
| Not many if any, 'cept for Vinnie, can say they know | |
| In fact, detracting that is something that I rarely show | |
| Because my tongue is actually fast but then again it's slow | |
| See yo (Throw it bro) you say cheeka-boo | |
| A name pertained for niggas who WHO | |
| Who hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who | |
| It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you | |
| And if you take the shoe, a nigga actor will do, ooh | |
| Dressed to the best to impress but after they try take us in | |
| Crook as a nigga, take a pistol, see who wants to be Naughty or nicest | |
| Like ice is I'm priceless, plug the mic to it | |
| Come with the D with the I with the S to the S's, see whose hype is | |
| Test the test the Treach to Treach address, the address: | |
| How I'll bless and blow any conflicts | |
| Why to try to chrome, my style is just nonsense | |
| M-my ni-ni-nigga m-m-mackin so you get out of it | |
| Any and all should fall, many are small should call | |
| Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all | |
| Show hope, show no hope and can't cope, so no way | |
| This is how we play everyday all day | |
| Verse 2: Treach | |
| Yo yo hey yo | |
| Havin a round of (?cadavva?), gather matters is drastically | |
| Never say never whenever whether we come on after thee | |
| Hand to Gee the producer, me is loose off the claps ya see | |
| That keeps you boogie'n happily | |
| Voice ya opinion, it's the rhythm I'm lendin | |
| The message I'm sendin from London to Linley | |
| Girls are given a chance to get ya all pampered | |
| Leave them ol' cramps in your pants then I belly dance her | |
| God is good and if ya would, you should just | |
| Play to the way I see em, play all day is what He'll bless | |
| I'm leavin em evil and seein em bein a torture with dull props | |
| I won't give up til you had 'nough of these call shots | |
| Now let the hard floor break your fall darlin | |
| Cos on the shrift and Naughty ain't waltzin | |
| When we dance we come full-thrust, the bum rush | |
| Knockin and poppin em up inside, they rockin dawn til dusk | |
| I ain't the type to get suit-to-sike | |
| I feel I'm better than ever before but as a rapper I'm just alright | |
| Showin time is for clocks, knockin poppas | |
| Pop pop ya try to shine I make your heart work proper | |
| And that's comin from the drifter and if ya | |
| R-U-IN YA L-I-P, you will B-E-G-O-N-E | |
| So let the guests gettin pass-ons, be by-gones | |
| Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on | |
| We feel this way every single day all day | |
| So make way | |
| Verse 3: Treach | |
| Wuz up to all you MC cub scouts | |
| Grub scouts gettin rubbed out | |
| I'll bet'cha kept ya album froze til this came out | |
| Hittin ideas to use, a half of us snit or two | |
| Snatchin and maxin a rap that I'm castin, how dare you! | |
| How the hell can you yell what someone else said? | |
| I must get on what I loan, what I own on my forehead, huh | |
| But I doubt that, and now ya wanna back out | |
| Your career had more ins and outs than a crack house | |
| I'm mackin 'n rackin 'n cappin the acts and I wax em wit-wit a smack | |
| This scam he owes must judge me rough with a whiffle bat | |
| And that's simply elementary Walton | |
| So pack ya track and do 5 flat in your Dodge son | |
| Now let my canine backtrack the copy-cat | |
| Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track | |
| What's all with seven thousand other rappers, groupie | |
| The cut ya made for that movie ain't soothed me | |
| Who said that Treach can't work when he don't curse? | |
| Some nasty ass me, Naughty and that keep it happy | |
| I'm all that and never go out the small way | |
| You need a lift, we go this way everyday all day | |
| Verse 4: Treach | |
| Your little tape got more blank spots than a tank-top, think, stop | |
| You oughta store it all, fast-forward 'fore I ring props | |
| You sorry sight, you're a immature rhyme ho | |
| Come rock a lil somethin, no we're all outta time so | |
| From Chilltown JC to Brooklynn with A-D | |
| I'm rippin things daily, ni if, and or maybes | |
| At the ??? and the A-V, the O-U-R-B-A-BE | |
| Kris, the Jungle Brothers, Tribe Called Quest, yeah they be | |
| Down with Sha-ka-ottin, pimp or, man, they swiftin | |
| Then the ruler (?all reigns?), he comes handy on the roll again | |
| Marked the 45, kids kneels feels the reals | |
| With the real chill, not the run-of-the-mill deals | |
| Get poopoo dooie, producer Louie Louie | |
| Throwin best tracks to me to me | |
| So that sometimes they do me | |
| I can't forget the day live, the solo need a tongue | |
| Patrol the song, what up to the brothers from the (?Natcheo?) | |
| We got the gatch to ya batch to rock and lock him | |
| But now it's ??? don't even try to outrun them | |
| The stable now cocky, Lord Ali Raski and (?trueogy?) | |
| The sharper day with double jade is the props see | |
| We also got the speaker Latifah, the Queen of the flavour | |
| And nuthin weaker behind is watchin, kick her | |
| The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC | |
| With Money B, Humpty and Jimmy, the master of the charts | |
| And on the tipple several brothers, we muskets | |
| It's Tahid, Akeem, Cracker C and Cee Justice | |
| Plus is the voice behind the flavour unit, all time, all early | |
| It's that girlie, head of the head called her Shirley | |
| And what poop last but not least, Camille | |
| I feel you learned the way we come this deep everyday all day | |
| OUTRO: Treach | |
| Y'knowhatI'msayin? We got the newest member of the flavour unit | |
| Def Jef in effect. We got the producer of this trach Kay-Gee | |
| We got my girl Nikki-D in the house | |
| My man internale All-Star Dave | |
| My man on the sax Andy | |
| We got another engineer Andy and assistant Todd | |
| We got Anj-Du, G-Quick | |
| We got the whole entire 18th Street Posse-Rachim,Mook Daddy, Skee Steve | |
| Hammer, Howie Cru-Ru, M-Dee, Tak Diesel, Na-Na | |
| We got my girl Aphrodite and her posse in the house-Cherokee, Chaka and | |
| Lisa | |
| And we outta here like last year | |
| Cos we come this deep everyday all day | |
| PEACE |
| zuò qǔ : Kenkop Yuuta Nakano | |
| zuò cí : Yuuta Nakano zhōng yě xióng tài | |
| Verse 1: Treach | |
| This is somethin that I call the flow | |
| Not many if any, ' cept for Vinnie, can say they know | |
| In fact, detracting that is something that I rarely show | |
| Because my tongue is actually fast but then again it' s slow | |
| See yo Throw it bro you say cheekaboo | |
| A name pertained for niggas who WHO | |
| Who hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who | |
| It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you | |
| And if you take the shoe, a nigga actor will do, ooh | |
| Dressed to the best to impress but after they try take us in | |
| Crook as a nigga, take a pistol, see who wants to be Naughty or nicest | |
| Like ice is I' m priceless, plug the mic to it | |
| Come with the D with the I with the S to the S' s, see whose hype is | |
| Test the test the Treach to Treach address, the address: | |
| How I' ll bless and blow any conflicts | |
| Why to try to chrome, my style is just nonsense | |
| Mmy nininigga mmmackin so you get out of it | |
| Any and all should fall, many are small should call | |
| Naughty By Nature the creator of all y' all | |
| Show hope, show no hope and can' t cope, so no way | |
| This is how we play everyday all day | |
| Verse 2: Treach | |
| Yo yo hey yo | |
| Havin a round of ? cadavva?, gather matters is drastically | |
| Never say never whenever whether we come on after thee | |
| Hand to Gee the producer, me is loose off the claps ya see | |
| That keeps you boogie' n happily | |
| Voice ya opinion, it' s the rhythm I' m lendin | |
| The message I' m sendin from London to Linley | |
| Girls are given a chance to get ya all pampered | |
| Leave them ol' cramps in your pants then I belly dance her | |
| God is good and if ya would, you should just | |
| Play to the way I see em, play all day is what He' ll bless | |
| I' m leavin em evil and seein em bein a torture with dull props | |
| I won' t give up til you had ' nough of these call shots | |
| Now let the hard floor break your fall darlin | |
| Cos on the shrift and Naughty ain' t waltzin | |
| When we dance we come fullthrust, the bum rush | |
| Knockin and poppin em up inside, they rockin dawn til dusk | |
| I ain' t the type to get suittosike | |
| I feel I' m better than ever before but as a rapper I' m just alright | |
| Showin time is for clocks, knockin poppas | |
| Pop pop ya try to shine I make your heart work proper | |
| And that' s comin from the drifter and if ya | |
| RUIN YA LIP, you will BEGONE | |
| So let the guests gettin passons, be bygones | |
| Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on | |
| We feel this way every single day all day | |
| So make way | |
| Verse 3: Treach | |
| Wuz up to all you MC cub scouts | |
| Grub scouts gettin rubbed out | |
| I' ll bet' cha kept ya album froze til this came out | |
| Hittin ideas to use, a half of us snit or two | |
| Snatchin and maxin a rap that I' m castin, how dare you! | |
| How the hell can you yell what someone else said? | |
| I must get on what I loan, what I own on my forehead, huh | |
| But I doubt that, and now ya wanna back out | |
| Your career had more ins and outs than a crack house | |
| I' m mackin ' n rackin ' n cappin the acts and I wax em witwit a smack | |
| This scam he owes must judge me rough with a whiffle bat | |
| And that' s simply elementary Walton | |
| So pack ya track and do 5 flat in your Dodge son | |
| Now let my canine backtrack the copycat | |
| Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track | |
| What' s all with seven thousand other rappers, groupie | |
| The cut ya made for that movie ain' t soothed me | |
| Who said that Treach can' t work when he don' t curse? | |
| Some nasty ass me, Naughty and that keep it happy | |
| I' m all that and never go out the small way | |
| You need a lift, we go this way everyday all day | |
| Verse 4: Treach | |
| Your little tape got more blank spots than a tanktop, think, stop | |
| You oughta store it all, fastforward ' fore I ring props | |
| You sorry sight, you' re a immature rhyme ho | |
| Come rock a lil somethin, no we' re all outta time so | |
| From Chilltown JC to Brooklynn with AD | |
| I' m rippin things daily, ni if, and or maybes | |
| At the ??? and the AV, the OURBABE | |
| Kris, the Jungle Brothers, Tribe Called Quest, yeah they be | |
| Down with Shakaottin, pimp or, man, they swiftin | |
| Then the ruler ? all reigns?, he comes handy on the roll again | |
| Marked the 45, kids kneels feels the reals | |
| With the real chill, not the runofthemill deals | |
| Get poopoo dooie, producer Louie Louie | |
| Throwin best tracks to me to me | |
| So that sometimes they do me | |
| I can' t forget the day live, the solo need a tongue | |
| Patrol the song, what up to the brothers from the ? Natcheo? | |
| We got the gatch to ya batch to rock and lock him | |
| But now it' s ??? don' t even try to outrun them | |
| The stable now cocky, Lord Ali Raski and ? trueogy? | |
| The sharper day with double jade is the props see | |
| We also got the speaker Latifah, the Queen of the flavour | |
| And nuthin weaker behind is watchin, kick her | |
| The Digital UndertheUnderground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC | |
| With Money B, Humpty and Jimmy, the master of the charts | |
| And on the tipple several brothers, we muskets | |
| It' s Tahid, Akeem, Cracker C and Cee Justice | |
| Plus is the voice behind the flavour unit, all time, all early | |
| It' s that girlie, head of the head called her Shirley | |
| And what poop last but not least, Camille | |
| I feel you learned the way we come this deep everyday all day | |
| OUTRO: Treach | |
| Y' knowhatI' msayin? We got the newest member of the flavour unit | |
| Def Jef in effect. We got the producer of this trach KayGee | |
| We got my girl NikkiD in the house | |
| My man internale AllStar Dave | |
| My man on the sax Andy | |
| We got another engineer Andy and assistant Todd | |
| We got AnjDu, GQuick | |
| We got the whole entire 18th Street PosseRachim, Mook Daddy, Skee Steve | |
| Hammer, Howie CruRu, MDee, Tak Diesel, NaNa | |
| We got my girl Aphrodite and her posse in the houseCherokee, Chaka and | |
| Lisa | |
| And we outta here like last year | |
| Cos we come this deep everyday all day | |
| PEACE |