[{"id":25067770,"name":"Naughty By Nature - Naughty By Nature - 05 - Let The Ho's Go","trackName":"Naughty By Nature - Naughty By Nature - 05 - Let The Ho's Go","artistName":"Naughty By Nature","albumName":"Naughty By Nature","duration":256.940375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Treach\n\nBass me, face me, task the tip of a tastey\nBitches are sweet as a pastry\nYou don't know me homey, from a peach or a pony\nI'm the Only, now your lyrics look lonely\nLyrically fortified, born, I'm immortalised\nLightin shit up from Wranglers to raw hides\nPacked with black positivity and wizardry\nI'm my own body and it built for partyin\nI rip hearts apart as if it's my last rap\nthe lords abroad and I represent that ass dat\nshows seniority, lays the foundation\nBolos and donuts, oh I built the nation\nKeep the faith tastin, keep the touch clutched\nKeep your face way away from the rough stuff\nIf it ain't rough it ain't rugged\nEither you are born with none or you're stacked or star-studded\n>From the to end I will flow\nand aslo, yo come let the ho's go\n\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho (Let the ho's go)\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho\n\n2: Treach\n\nMeet my friend Mac 10, sittin backpacked and mackin\nThirsty for action, workin and smackin\nThe last of the allies, smoke em up shall I\nor should I? I'm sure to give it a good try\nNo need for a survival kit, there's none left to fix\nThey've all been blown into dust bits\nFloatin in space, spinnin in infinity\nPart of the start is the end of any identity\nLost in the source, no cause, so the boss gettin off\nEast, the West, the South, break North\nYou'll bite as my chew, as a guard duckin a graveyard\nActin is for actors so you rap but don't you play hard\nI got the Mac to wax and I ain't tryin to fall back\nI rap like I'm the tops, stay real cos I'm all that\nIt's my way on a highway, forget your friends\ncos I stick that ass like cowboys stickin a contact lens\nLet the ho's go\n\n3: Treach\n\nYou say you're hittin hard, huh, I say you're hardly hittin\nI grip ya quick like a pussy in a kitten mitten\nI'm gettin grand and greater, sucker catch ya later\nHe gettin paid with the fade of a Space Invader\nYou lookin Moonstruck, fear, start to talkin tough\nthen sayin \"sorry\" like I really give a motherfuck\nYou're little late, don't you think that was the wrong approach-a?\nA sqwuab by the name of Treach is sure to up and smoke ya\nAt anytime, anywhere, for any wanted cause\nI got a double-barrelled pump that's sayin \"Give me yours\"\nThen I'ma dash in a flash, duck and go for cover\nCos I have one for this robbery and many others\nAnother gangster, no I'm like an angry ecker\nDroppin you and gettin mad if you don't say \"Thankyer\"\nThe clip clockin killers, and plus my county crew\nI gotta clutch, I'll clean your life, naw not after you\nSo don't try ta hide or apologise\nApologies and go meet a French eyes is wise\nSo if you know what I mean and have a hop block\nand never ever seen a day when the money stops\nYou gotta put up your fists, just to let me know\nAin't I gotta pump it hard to let the ho's go\nLet the ho's go\n\n4: Treach\n\nCompetition on canvas, never have I heard the tongue\nThrow a watch at me without it being fuckin hung\nGive it a new style, neck him up and keep him learning\nShould've had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning\nI let her see the white sheet hit the concrete\nand see that head go off and down from a thousand feet\nCos the brother's around me don't even play all that\nThey see a sheet and a cross, they say \"Oh, gimme that\"\nHalloween in Illtown and don't you be a ghost\nCos you get your broke or even worst smoked\nNow this rhyme is regard' lyrically low cold\nBut it had to have the flow to let the ho's go\nLet the ho's go\n\nextended","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Naughty By Nature - Naughty By Nature - 05 - Let The Ho's Go\n  artist: Naughty By Nature\n  album: Naughty By Nature\n  duration_ms: 256940\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Treach\n\n  Bass me, face me, task the tip of a tastey\n  Bitches are sweet as a pastry\n  You don't know me homey, from a peach or a pony\n  I'm the Only, now your lyrics look lonely\n  Lyrically fortified, born, I'm immortalised\n  Lightin shit up from Wranglers to raw hides\n  Packed with black positivity and wizardry\n  I'm my own body and it built for partyin\n  I rip hearts apart as if it's my last rap\n  the lords abroad and I represent that ass dat\n  shows seniority, lays the foundation\n  Bolos and donuts, oh I built the nation\n  Keep the faith tastin, keep the touch clutched\n  Keep your face way away from the rough stuff\n  If it ain't rough it ain't rugged\n  Either you are born with none or you're stacked or star-studded\n  >From the to end I will flow\n  and aslo, yo come let the ho's go\n\n  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho (Let the ho's go)\n  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\n  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\n  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\n\n  2: Treach\n\n  Meet my friend Mac 10, sittin backpacked and mackin\n  Thirsty for action, workin and smackin\n  The last of the allies, smoke em up shall I\n  or should I? I'm sure to give it a good try\n  No need for a survival kit, there's none left to fix\n  They've all been blown into dust bits\n  Floatin in space, spinnin in infinity\n  Part of the start is the end of any identity\n  Lost in the source, no cause, so the boss gettin off\n  East, the West, the South, break North\n  You'll bite as my chew, as a guard duckin a graveyard\n  Actin is for actors so you rap but don't you play hard\n  I got the Mac to wax and I ain't tryin to fall back\n  I rap like I'm the tops, stay real cos I'm all that\n  It's my way on a highway, forget your friends\n  cos I stick that ass like cowboys stickin a contact lens\n  Let the ho's go\n\n  3: Treach\n\n  You say you're hittin hard, huh, I say you're hardly hittin\n  I grip ya quick like a pussy in a kitten mitten\n  I'm gettin grand and greater, sucker catch ya later\n  He gettin paid with the fade of a Space Invader\n  You lookin Moonstruck, fear, start to talkin tough\n  then sayin \"sorry\" like I really give a motherfuck\n  You're little late, don't you think that was the wrong approach-a?\n  A sqwuab by the name of Treach is sure to up and smoke ya\n  At anytime, anywhere, for any wanted cause\n  I got a double-barrelled pump that's sayin \"Give me yours\"\n  Then I'ma dash in a flash, duck and go for cover\n  Cos I have one for this robbery and many others\n  Another gangster, no I'm like an angry ecker\n  Droppin you and gettin mad if you don't say \"Thankyer\"\n  The clip clockin killers, and plus my county crew\n  I gotta clutch, I'll clean your life, naw not after you\n  So don't try ta hide or apologise\n  Apologies and go meet a French eyes is wise\n  So if you know what I mean and have a hop block\n  and never ever seen a day when the money stops\n  You gotta put up your fists, just to let me know\n  Ain't I gotta pump it hard to let the ho's go\n  Let the ho's go\n\n  4: Treach\n\n  Competition on canvas, never have I heard the tongue\n  Throw a watch at me without it being fuckin hung\n  Give it a new style, neck him up and keep him learning\n  Should've had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning\n  I let her see the white sheet hit the concrete\n  and see that head go off and down from a thousand feet\n  Cos the brother's around me don't even play all that\n  They see a sheet and a cross, they say \"Oh, gimme that\"\n  Halloween in Illtown and don't you be a ghost\n  Cos you get your broke or even worst smoked\n  Now this rhyme is regard' lyrically low cold\n  But it had to have the flow to let the ho's go\n  Let the ho's go\n\n  extended\n"},{"id":3948774,"name":"Let the Ho's Go","trackName":"Let the Ho's Go","artistName":"Naughty By Nature","albumName":"Naughty By Nature","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Treach\n\nBass me, face me, task the tip of a tastey\nBitches are sweet as a pastry\nYou don't know me homey, from a peach or a pony\nI'm the Only, now your lyrics look lonely\nLyrically fortified, born, I'm immortalised\nLightin shit up from Wranglers to raw hides\nPacked with black positivity and wizardry\nI'm my own body and it built for partyin\nI rip hearts apart as if it's my last rap\nThe lords abroad and I represent that ass dat\nShows seniority, lays the foundation\nBolos and donuts, oh I built the nation\nKeep the faith tastin, keep the touch clutched\nKeep your face way away from the rough stuff\nIf it ain't rough it ain't rugged\nEither you are born with none or you're stacked or star-studded\n>From the to end I will flow\nAnd aslo, yo come let the ho's go\n\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho (Let the ho's go)\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho\n\n2: Treach\n\nMeet my friend Mac 10, sittin backpacked and mackin\nThirsty for action, workin and smackin\nThe last of the allies, smoke em up shall I\nOr should I? I'm sure to give it a good try\nNo need for a survival kit, there's none left to fix\nThey've all been blown into dust bits\nFloatin in space, spinnin in infinity\nPart of the start is the end of any identity\nLost in the source, no cause, so the boss gettin off\nEast, the West, the South, break North\nYou'll bite as my chew, as a guard duckin a graveyard\nActin is for actors so you rap but don't you play hard\nI got the Mac to wax and I ain't tryin to fall back\nI rap like I'm the tops, stay real cos I'm all that\nIt's my way on a highway, forget your friends\nCos I stick that ass like cowboys stickin a contact lens\nLet the ho's go\n\n3: Treach\n\nYou say you're hittin hard, huh, I say you're hardly hittin\nI grip ya quick like a pussy in a kitten mitten\nI'm gettin grand and greater, sucker catch ya later\nHe gettin paid with the fade of a Space Invader\nYou lookin Moonstruck, fear, start to talkin tough\nThen sayin \"sorry\" like I really give a motherfuck\nYou're little late, don't you think that was the wrong approach-a?\nA sqwuab by the name of Treach is sure to up and smoke ya\nAt anytime, anywhere, for any wanted cause\nI got a double-barrelled pump that's sayin \"Give me yours\"\nThen I'ma dash in a flash, duck and go for cover\nCos I have one for this robbery and many others\nAnother gangster, no I'm like an angry ecker\nDroppin you and gettin mad if you don't say \"Thankyer\"\nThe clip clockin killers, and plus my county crew\nI gotta clutch, I'll clean your life, naw not after you\nSo don't try ta hide or apologise\nApologies and go meet a French eyes is wise\nSo if you know what I mean and have a hop block\nAnd never ever seen a day when the money stops\nYou gotta put up your fists, just to let me know\nAin't I gotta pump it hard to let the ho's go\nLet the ho's go\n\n4: Treach\n\nCompetition on canvas, never have I heard the tongue\nThrow a watch at me without it being fuckin hung\nGive it a new style, neck him up and keep him learning\nShould've had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning\nI let her see the white sheet hit the concrete\nAnd see that head go off and down from a thousand feet\nCos the brother's around me don't even play all that\nThey see a sheet and a cross, they say \"Oh, gimme that\"\nHalloween in Illtown and don't you be a ghost\nCos you get your broke or even worst smoked\nNow this rhyme is regard' lyrically low cold\nBut it had to have the flow to let the ho's go\nLet the ho's go\n\nExtended","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let the Ho's Go\n  artist: Naughty By Nature\n  album: Naughty By Nature\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Treach\n\n  Bass me, face me, task the tip of a tastey\n  Bitches are sweet as a pastry\n  You don't know me homey, from a peach or a pony\n  I'm the Only, now your lyrics look lonely\n  Lyrically fortified, born, I'm immortalised\n  Lightin shit up from Wranglers to raw hides\n  Packed with black positivity and wizardry\n  I'm my own body and it built for partyin\n  I rip hearts apart as if it's my last rap\n  The lords abroad and I represent that ass dat\n  Shows seniority, lays the foundation\n  Bolos and donuts, oh I built the nation\n  Keep the faith tastin, keep the touch clutched\n  Keep your face way away from the rough stuff\n  If it ain't rough it ain't rugged\n  Either you are born with none or you're stacked or star-studded\n  >From the to end I will flow\n  And aslo, yo come let the ho's go\n\n  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho (Let the ho's go)\n  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\n  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\n  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\n\n  2: Treach\n\n  Meet my friend Mac 10, sittin backpacked and mackin\n  Thirsty for action, workin and smackin\n  The last of the allies, smoke em up shall I\n  Or should I? I'm sure to give it a good try\n  No need for a survival kit, there's none left to fix\n  They've all been blown into dust bits\n  Floatin in space, spinnin in infinity\n  Part of the start is the end of any identity\n  Lost in the source, no cause, so the boss gettin off\n  East, the West, the South, break North\n  You'll bite as my chew, as a guard duckin a graveyard\n  Actin is for actors so you rap but don't you play hard\n  I got the Mac to wax and I ain't tryin to fall back\n  I rap like I'm the tops, stay real cos I'm all that\n  It's my way on a highway, forget your friends\n  Cos I stick that ass like cowboys stickin a contact lens\n  Let the ho's go\n\n  3: Treach\n\n  You say you're hittin hard, huh, I say you're hardly hittin\n  I grip ya quick like a pussy in a kitten mitten\n  I'm gettin grand and greater, sucker catch ya later\n  He gettin paid with the fade of a Space Invader\n  You lookin Moonstruck, fear, start to talkin tough\n  Then sayin \"sorry\" like I really give a motherfuck\n  You're little late, don't you think that was the wrong approach-a?\n  A sqwuab by the name of Treach is sure to up and smoke ya\n  At anytime, anywhere, for any wanted cause\n  I got a double-barrelled pump that's sayin \"Give me yours\"\n  Then I'ma dash in a flash, duck and go for cover\n  Cos I have one for this robbery and many others\n  Another gangster, no I'm like an angry ecker\n  Droppin you and gettin mad if you don't say \"Thankyer\"\n  The clip clockin killers, and plus my county crew\n  I gotta clutch, I'll clean your life, naw not after you\n  So don't try ta hide or apologise\n  Apologies and go meet a French eyes is wise\n  So if you know what I mean and have a hop block\n  And never ever seen a day when the money stops\n  You gotta put up your fists, just to let me know\n  Ain't I gotta pump it hard to let the ho's go\n  Let the ho's go\n\n  4: Treach\n\n  Competition on canvas, never have I heard the tongue\n  Throw a watch at me without it being fuckin hung\n  Give it a new style, neck him up and keep him learning\n  Should've had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning\n  I let her see the white sheet hit the concrete\n  And see that head go off and down from a thousand feet\n  Cos the brother's around me don't even play all that\n  They see a sheet and a cross, they say \"Oh, gimme that\"\n  Halloween in Illtown and don't you be a ghost\n  Cos you get your broke or even worst smoked\n  Now this rhyme is regard' lyrically low cold\n  But it had to have the flow to let the ho's go\n  Let the ho's go\n\n  Extended\n"},{"id":19974824,"name":"Let the Ho's Go","trackName":"Let the Ho's Go","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Naughty by Nature","duration":248.066816,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Treach\n\nBass me, face me, task the tip of a tastey\nBitches are sweet as a pastry\nYou don't know me homey, from a peach or a pony\nI'm the Only, now your lyrics look lonely\nLyrically fortified, born, I'm immortalised\nLightin shit up from Wranglers to raw hides\nPacked with black positivity and wizardry\nI'm my own body and it built for partyin\nI rip hearts apart as if it's my last rap\nThe lords abroad and I represent that ass dat\nShows seniority, lays the foundation\nBolos and donuts, oh I built the nation\nKeep the faith tastin, keep the touch clutched\nKeep your face way away from the rough stuff\nIf it ain't rough it ain't rugged\nEither you are born with none or you're stacked or star-studded\n>From the to end I will flow\nAnd aslo, yo come let the ho's go\n\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho (Let the ho's go)\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho\n\n2: Treach\n\nMeet my friend Mac 10, sittin backpacked and mackin\nThirsty for action, workin and smackin\nThe last of the allies, smoke em up shall I\nOr should I? I'm sure to give it a good try\nNo need for a survival kit, there's none left to fix\nThey've all been blown into dust bits\nFloatin in space, spinnin in infinity\nPart of the start is the end of any identity\nLost in the source, no cause, so the boss gettin off\nEast, the West, the South, break North\nYou'll bite as my chew, as a guard duckin a graveyard\nActin is for actors so you rap but don't you play hard\nI got the Mac to wax and I ain't tryin to fall back\nI rap like I'm the tops, stay real cos I'm all that\nIt's my way on a highway, forget your friends\nCos I stick that ass like cowboys stickin a contact lens\nLet the ho's go\n\n3: Treach\n\nYou say you're hittin hard, huh, I say you're hardly hittin\nI grip ya quick like a pussy in a kitten mitten\nI'm gettin grand and greater, sucker catch ya later\nHe gettin paid with the fade of a Space Invader\nYou lookin Moonstruck, fear, start to talkin tough\nThen sayin \"sorry\" like I really give a motherfuck\nYou're little late, don't you think that was the wrong approach-a?\nA sqwuab by the name of Treach is sure to up and smoke ya\nAt anytime, anywhere, for any wanted cause\nI got a double-barrelled pump that's sayin \"Give me yours\"\nThen I'ma dash in a flash, duck and go for cover\nCos I have one for this robbery and many others\nAnother gangster, no I'm like an angry ecker\nDroppin you and gettin mad if you don't say \"Thankyer\"\nThe clip clockin killers, and plus my county crew\nI gotta clutch, I'll clean your life, naw not after you\nSo don't try ta hide or apologise\nApologies and go meet a French eyes is wise\nSo if you know what I mean and have a hop block\nAnd never ever seen a day when the money stops\nYou gotta put up your fists, just to let me know\nAin't I gotta pump it hard to let the ho's go\nLet the ho's go\n\n4: Treach\n\nCompetition on canvas, never have I heard the tongue\nThrow a watch at me without it being fuckin hung\nGive it a new style, neck him up and keep him learning\nShould've had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning\nI let her see the white sheet hit the concrete\nAnd see that head go off and down from a thousand feet\nCos the brother's around me don't even play all that\nThey see a sheet and a cross, they say \"Oh, gimme that\"\nHalloween in Illtown and don't you be a ghost\nCos you get your broke or even worst smoked\nNow this rhyme is regard' lyrically low cold\nBut it had to have the flow to let the ho's go\nLet the ho's go\n\nExtended","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let the Ho's Go\n  artist: Naughty by Nature\n  album: Naughty by Nature\n  duration_ms: 248067\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Treach\n\n  Bass me, face me, task the tip of a tastey\n  Bitches are sweet as a pastry\n  You don't know me homey, from a peach or a pony\n  I'm the Only, now your lyrics look lonely\n  Lyrically fortified, born, I'm immortalised\n  Lightin shit up from Wranglers to raw hides\n  Packed with black positivity and wizardry\n  I'm my own body and it built for partyin\n  I rip hearts apart as if it's my last rap\n  The lords abroad and I represent that ass dat\n  Shows seniority, lays the foundation\n  Bolos and donuts, oh I built the nation\n  Keep the faith tastin, keep the touch clutched\n  Keep your face way away from the rough stuff\n  If it ain't rough it ain't rugged\n  Either you are born with none or you're stacked or star-studded\n  >From the to end I will flow\n  And aslo, yo come let the ho's go\n\n  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho (Let the ho's go)\n  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\n  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\n  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\n\n  2: Treach\n\n  Meet my friend Mac 10, sittin backpacked and mackin\n  Thirsty for action, workin and smackin\n  The last of the allies, smoke em up shall I\n  Or should I? I'm sure to give it a good try\n  No need for a survival kit, there's none left to fix\n  They've all been blown into dust bits\n  Floatin in space, spinnin in infinity\n  Part of the start is the end of any identity\n  Lost in the source, no cause, so the boss gettin off\n  East, the West, the South, break North\n  You'll bite as my chew, as a guard duckin a graveyard\n  Actin is for actors so you rap but don't you play hard\n  I got the Mac to wax and I ain't tryin to fall back\n  I rap like I'm the tops, stay real cos I'm all that\n  It's my way on a highway, forget your friends\n  Cos I stick that ass like cowboys stickin a contact lens\n  Let the ho's go\n\n  3: Treach\n\n  You say you're hittin hard, huh, I say you're hardly hittin\n  I grip ya quick like a pussy in a kitten mitten\n  I'm gettin grand and greater, sucker catch ya later\n  He gettin paid with the fade of a Space Invader\n  You lookin Moonstruck, fear, start to talkin tough\n  Then sayin \"sorry\" like I really give a motherfuck\n  You're little late, don't you think that was the wrong approach-a?\n  A sqwuab by the name of Treach is sure to up and smoke ya\n  At anytime, anywhere, for any wanted cause\n  I got a double-barrelled pump that's sayin \"Give me yours\"\n  Then I'ma dash in a flash, duck and go for cover\n  Cos I have one for this robbery and many others\n  Another gangster, no I'm like an angry ecker\n  Droppin you and gettin mad if you don't say \"Thankyer\"\n  The clip clockin killers, and plus my county crew\n  I gotta clutch, I'll clean your life, naw not after you\n  So don't try ta hide or apologise\n  Apologies and go meet a French eyes is wise\n  So if you know what I mean and have a hop block\n  And never ever seen a day when the money stops\n  You gotta put up your fists, just to let me know\n  Ain't I gotta pump it hard to let the ho's go\n  Let the ho's go\n\n  4: Treach\n\n  Competition on canvas, never have I heard the tongue\n  Throw a watch at me without it being fuckin hung\n  Give it a new style, neck him up and keep him learning\n  Should've had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning\n  I let her see the white sheet hit the concrete\n  And see that head go off and down from a thousand feet\n  Cos the brother's around me don't even play all that\n  They see a sheet and a cross, they say \"Oh, gimme that\"\n  Halloween in Illtown and don't you be a ghost\n  Cos you get your broke or even worst smoked\n  Now this rhyme is regard' lyrically low cold\n  But it had to have the flow to let the ho's go\n  Let the ho's go\n\n  Extended\n"},{"id":38033719,"name":"Let the Ho's Go","trackName":"Let the Ho's Go","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Naughty by Nature","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Treach\n\nBass me, face me, task the tip of a tastey\nBitches are sweet as a pastry\nYou don't know me homey, from a peach or a pony\nI'm the Only, now your lyrics look lonely\nLyrically fortified, born, I'm immortalised\nLightin shit up from Wranglers to raw hides\nPacked with black positivity and wizardry\nI'm my own body and it built for partyin\nI rip hearts apart as if it's my last rap\nThe lords abroad and I represent that ass dat\nShows seniority, lays the foundation\nBolos and donuts, oh I built the nation\nKeep the faith tastin, keep the touch clutched\nKeep your face way away from the rough stuff\nIf it ain't rough it ain't rugged\nEither you are born with none or you're stacked or star-studded\n>From the to end I will flow\nAnd aslo, yo come let the ho's go\n\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho (Let the ho's go)\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho\n\n2: Treach\n\nMeet my friend Mac 10, sittin backpacked and mackin\nThirsty for action, workin and smackin\nThe last of the allies, smoke em up shall I\nOr should I? I'm sure to give it a good try\nNo need for a survival kit, there's none left to fix\nThey've all been blown into dust bits\nFloatin in space, spinnin in infinity\nPart of the start is the end of any identity\nLost in the source, no cause, so the boss gettin off\nEast, the West, the South, break North\nYou'll bite as my chew, as a guard duckin a graveyard\nActin is for actors so you rap but don't you play hard\nI got the Mac to wax and I ain't tryin to fall back\nI rap like I'm the tops, stay real cos I'm all that\nIt's my way on a highway, forget your friends\nCos I stick that ass like cowboys stickin a contact lens\nLet the ho's go\n\n3: Treach\n\nYou say you're hittin hard, huh, I say you're hardly hittin\nI grip ya quick like a pussy in a kitten mitten\nI'm gettin grand and greater, sucker catch ya later\nHe gettin paid with the fade of a Space Invader\nYou lookin Moonstruck, fear, start to talkin tough\nThen sayin \"sorry\" like I really give a motherfuck\nYou're little late, don't you think that was the wrong approach-a?\nA sqwuab by the name of Treach is sure to up and smoke ya\nAt anytime, anywhere, for any wanted cause\nI got a double-barrelled pump that's sayin \"Give me yours\"\nThen I'ma dash in a flash, duck and go for cover\nCos I have one for this robbery and many others\nAnother gangster, no I'm like an angry ecker\nDroppin you and gettin mad if you don't say \"Thankyer\"\nThe clip clockin killers, and plus my county crew\nI gotta clutch, I'll clean your life, naw not after you\nSo don't try ta hide or apologise\nApologies and go meet a French eyes is wise\nSo if you know what I mean and have a hop block\nAnd never ever seen a day when the money stops\nYou gotta put up your fists, just to let me know\nAin't I gotta pump it hard to let the ho's go\nLet the ho's go\n\n4: Treach\n\nCompetition on canvas, never have I heard the tongue\nThrow a watch at me without it being fuckin hung\nGive it a new style, neck him up and keep him learning\nShould've had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning\nI let her see the white sheet hit the concrete\nAnd see that head go off and down from a thousand feet\nCos the brother's around me don't even play all that\nThey see a sheet and a cross, they say \"Oh, gimme that\"\nHalloween in Illtown and don't you be a ghost\nCos you get your broke or even worst smoked\nNow this rhyme is regard' lyrically low cold\nBut it had to have the flow to let the ho's go\nLet the ho's go\n\nExtended","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let the Ho's Go\n  artist: Naughty by Nature\n  album: Naughty by Nature\n  duration_ms: 269986\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Treach\n\n  Bass me, face me, task the tip of a tastey\n  Bitches are sweet as a pastry\n  You don't know me homey, from a peach or a pony\n  I'm the Only, now your lyrics look lonely\n  Lyrically fortified, born, I'm immortalised\n  Lightin shit up from Wranglers to raw hides\n  Packed with black positivity and wizardry\n  I'm my own body and it built for partyin\n  I rip hearts apart as if it's my last rap\n  The lords abroad and I represent that ass dat\n  Shows seniority, lays the foundation\n  Bolos and donuts, oh I built the nation\n  Keep the faith tastin, keep the touch clutched\n  Keep your face way away from the rough stuff\n  If it ain't rough it ain't rugged\n  Either you are born with none or you're stacked or star-studded\n  >From the to end I will flow\n  And aslo, yo come let the ho's go\n\n  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho (Let the ho's go)\n  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\n  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\n  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\n\n  2: Treach\n\n  Meet my friend Mac 10, sittin backpacked and mackin\n  Thirsty for action, workin and smackin\n  The last of the allies, smoke em up shall I\n  Or should I? I'm sure to give it a good try\n  No need for a survival kit, there's none left to fix\n  They've all been blown into dust bits\n  Floatin in space, spinnin in infinity\n  Part of the start is the end of any identity\n  Lost in the source, no cause, so the boss gettin off\n  East, the West, the South, break North\n  You'll bite as my chew, as a guard duckin a graveyard\n  Actin is for actors so you rap but don't you play hard\n  I got the Mac to wax and I ain't tryin to fall back\n  I rap like I'm the tops, stay real cos I'm all that\n  It's my way on a highway, forget your friends\n  Cos I stick that ass like cowboys stickin a contact lens\n  Let the ho's go\n\n  3: Treach\n\n  You say you're hittin hard, huh, I say you're hardly hittin\n  I grip ya quick like a pussy in a kitten mitten\n  I'm gettin grand and greater, sucker catch ya later\n  He gettin paid with the fade of a Space Invader\n  You lookin Moonstruck, fear, start to talkin tough\n  Then sayin \"sorry\" like I really give a motherfuck\n  You're little late, don't you think that was the wrong approach-a?\n  A sqwuab by the name of Treach is sure to up and smoke ya\n  At anytime, anywhere, for any wanted cause\n  I got a double-barrelled pump that's sayin \"Give me yours\"\n  Then I'ma dash in a flash, duck and go for cover\n  Cos I have one for this robbery and many others\n  Another gangster, no I'm like an angry ecker\n  Droppin you and gettin mad if you don't say \"Thankyer\"\n  The clip clockin killers, and plus my county crew\n  I gotta clutch, I'll clean your life, naw not after you\n  So don't try ta hide or apologise\n  Apologies and go meet a French eyes is wise\n  So if you know what I mean and have a hop block\n  And never ever seen a day when the money stops\n  You gotta put up your fists, just to let me know\n  Ain't I gotta pump it hard to let the ho's go\n  Let the ho's go\n\n  4: Treach\n\n  Competition on canvas, never have I heard the tongue\n  Throw a watch at me without it being fuckin hung\n  Give it a new style, neck him up and keep him learning\n  Should've had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning\n  I let her see the white sheet hit the concrete\n  And see that head go off and down from a thousand feet\n  Cos the brother's around me don't even play all that\n  They see a sheet and a cross, they say \"Oh, gimme that\"\n  Halloween in Illtown and don't you be a ghost\n  Cos you get your broke or even worst smoked\n  Now this rhyme is regard' lyrically low cold\n  But it had to have the flow to let the ho's go\n  Let the ho's go\n\n  Extended\n"},{"id":38030277,"name":"Let the Ho's Go","trackName":"Let the Ho's Go","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Naughty by Nature","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Treach\n\nBass me, face me, task the tip of a tastey\nBitches are sweet as a pastry\nYou don't know me homey, from a peach or a pony\nI'm the Only, now your lyrics look lonely\nLyrically fortified, born, I'm immortalised\nLightin shit up from Wranglers to raw hides\nPacked with black positivity and wizardry\nI'm my own body and it built for partyin\nI rip hearts apart as if it's my last rap\nThe lords abroad and I represent that ass dat\nShows seniority, lays the foundation\nBolos and donuts, oh I built the nation\nKeep the faith tastin, keep the touch clutched\nKeep your face way away from the rough stuff\nIf it ain't rough it ain't rugged\nEither you are born with none or you're stacked or star-studded\n>From the to end I will flow\nAnd aslo, yo come let the ho's go\n\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho (Let the ho's go)\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho\n\n2: Treach\n\nMeet my friend Mac 10, sittin backpacked and mackin\nThirsty for action, workin and smackin\nThe last of the allies, smoke em up shall I\nOr should I? I'm sure to give it a good try\nNo need for a survival kit, there's none left to fix\nThey've all been blown into dust bits\nFloatin in space, spinnin in infinity\nPart of the start is the end of any identity\nLost in the source, no cause, so the boss gettin off\nEast, the West, the South, break North\nYou'll bite as my chew, as a guard duckin a graveyard\nActin is for actors so you rap but don't you play hard\nI got the Mac to wax and I ain't tryin to fall back\nI rap like I'm the tops, stay real cos I'm all that\nIt's my way on a highway, forget your friends\nCos I stick that ass like cowboys stickin a contact lens\nLet the ho's go\n\n3: Treach\n\nYou say you're hittin hard, huh, I say you're hardly hittin\nI grip ya quick like a pussy in a kitten mitten\nI'm gettin grand and greater, sucker catch ya later\nHe gettin paid with the fade of a Space Invader\nYou lookin Moonstruck, fear, start to talkin tough\nThen sayin \"sorry\" like I really give a motherfuck\nYou're little late, don't you think that was the wrong approach-a?\nA sqwuab by the name of Treach is sure to up and smoke ya\nAt anytime, anywhere, for any wanted cause\nI got a double-barrelled pump that's sayin \"Give me yours\"\nThen I'ma dash in a flash, duck and go for cover\nCos I have one for this robbery and many others\nAnother gangster, no I'm like an angry ecker\nDroppin you and gettin mad if you don't say \"Thankyer\"\nThe clip clockin killers, and plus my county crew\nI gotta clutch, I'll clean your life, naw not after you\nSo don't try ta hide or apologise\nApologies and go meet a French eyes is wise\nSo if you know what I mean and have a hop block\nAnd never ever seen a day when the money stops\nYou gotta put up your fists, just to let me know\nAin't I gotta pump it hard to let the ho's go\nLet the ho's go\n\n4: Treach\n\nCompetition on canvas, never have I heard the tongue\nThrow a watch at me without it being fuckin hung\nGive it a new style, neck him up and keep him learning\nShould've had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning\nI let her see the white sheet hit the concrete\nAnd see that head go off and down from a thousand feet\nCos the brother's around me don't even play all that\nThey see a sheet and a cross, they say \"Oh, gimme that\"\nHalloween in Illtown and don't you be a ghost\nCos you get your broke or even worst smoked\nNow this rhyme is regard' lyrically low cold\nBut it had to have the flow to let the ho's go\nLet the ho's go\n\nExtended","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let the Ho's Go\n  artist: Naughty by Nature\n  album: Naughty by Nature\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Treach\n\n  Bass me, face me, task the tip of a tastey\n  Bitches are sweet as a pastry\n  You don't know me homey, from a peach or a pony\n  I'm the Only, now your lyrics look lonely\n  Lyrically fortified, born, I'm immortalised\n  Lightin shit up from Wranglers to raw hides\n  Packed with black positivity and wizardry\n  I'm my own body and it built for partyin\n  I rip hearts apart as if it's my last rap\n  The lords abroad and I represent that ass dat\n  Shows seniority, lays the foundation\n  Bolos and donuts, oh I built the nation\n  Keep the faith tastin, keep the touch clutched\n  Keep your face way away from the rough stuff\n  If it ain't rough it ain't rugged\n  Either you are born with none or you're stacked or star-studded\n  >From the to end I will flow\n  And aslo, yo come let the ho's go\n\n  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho (Let the ho's go)\n  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\n  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\n  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho\n\n  2: Treach\n\n  Meet my friend Mac 10, sittin backpacked and mackin\n  Thirsty for action, workin and smackin\n  The last of the allies, smoke em up shall I\n  Or should I? I'm sure to give it a good try\n  No need for a survival kit, there's none left to fix\n  They've all been blown into dust bits\n  Floatin in space, spinnin in infinity\n  Part of the start is the end of any identity\n  Lost in the source, no cause, so the boss gettin off\n  East, the West, the South, break North\n  You'll bite as my chew, as a guard duckin a graveyard\n  Actin is for actors so you rap but don't you play hard\n  I got the Mac to wax and I ain't tryin to fall back\n  I rap like I'm the tops, stay real cos I'm all that\n  It's my way on a highway, forget your friends\n  Cos I stick that ass like cowboys stickin a contact lens\n  Let the ho's go\n\n  3: Treach\n\n  You say you're hittin hard, huh, I say you're hardly hittin\n  I grip ya quick like a pussy in a kitten mitten\n  I'm gettin grand and greater, sucker catch ya later\n  He gettin paid with the fade of a Space Invader\n  You lookin Moonstruck, fear, start to talkin tough\n  Then sayin \"sorry\" like I really give a motherfuck\n  You're little late, don't you think that was the wrong approach-a?\n  A sqwuab by the name of Treach is sure to up and smoke ya\n  At anytime, anywhere, for any wanted cause\n  I got a double-barrelled pump that's sayin \"Give me yours\"\n  Then I'ma dash in a flash, duck and go for cover\n  Cos I have one for this robbery and many others\n  Another gangster, no I'm like an angry ecker\n  Droppin you and gettin mad if you don't say \"Thankyer\"\n  The clip clockin killers, and plus my county crew\n  I gotta clutch, I'll clean your life, naw not after you\n  So don't try ta hide or apologise\n  Apologies and go meet a French eyes is wise\n  So if you know what I mean and have a hop block\n  And never ever seen a day when the money stops\n  You gotta put up your fists, just to let me know\n  Ain't I gotta pump it hard to let the ho's go\n  Let the ho's go\n\n  4: Treach\n\n  Competition on canvas, never have I heard the tongue\n  Throw a watch at me without it being fuckin hung\n  Give it a new style, neck him up and keep him learning\n  Should've had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning\n  I let her see the white sheet hit the concrete\n  And see that head go off and down from a thousand feet\n  Cos the brother's around me don't even play all that\n  They see a sheet and a cross, they say \"Oh, gimme that\"\n  Halloween in Illtown and don't you be a ghost\n  Cos you get your broke or even worst smoked\n  Now this rhyme is regard' lyrically low cold\n  But it had to have the flow to let the ho's go\n  Let the ho's go\n\n  Extended\n"}]