Naughty By Nature | Lyrics | Guard Your Grill

Hello?
Hello, it's '91 buckle up, guard your grill
What the f***?

Has this ever happened to you? Can you name this tune?
These victims knew how to guard they grill
This would've never happened

I put two and two together and I came up with four
You are forever, forgot, forbid, shouldn't have to say much more
I been through more crews than a flute, yeah I'll show ya
This is so damned scrap I betcha bro don't know ya
You tried to get cool and say peace, save that peace for a jigsaw
Stay back and watch a real MC get raw
I never know, never know when another will come to diss this
But if and whenever they come I'm runnin' this merry fist miss

I shook the crook and shaker the fake to get like a quick stick
It's just another one dud and is dismissed kitty guard your grill
Well be for real, you ain't built I'm silly-ho smackin' MC's
On a ninety degree tilt the reason that it's tilted 'cos you're guilty
Too hard to guard, it's not you're tryin' too gay, you're tryin too hard
How hard can your guard be, I say wuz up?
Guard your grill, knuckle up, put em up, yup!

Guard your grill, knuckle up
I ain't the type to give up
Guard your grill, knuckle up
I smoke first, so what's up
Guard your grill, knuckle up
Put 'em up, you ain't tough
Guard your grill, knuckle up

I give 'em much business, an Aspirin damn, I love a glass chin
What are ya askin' for mercy, I'm laughin', you know the game
You know the name and you know the rep, you know the Kay
You know the Vin and you know the Treach, there's no sleepin'
No nottin', no rest and hey no snoozin', no dozin', no f'in way
Heapin' things up like a Coke cup, wind me up but y'all
I gets the low wits tha rough stuff and after enough to cut ya
Off a piece, still have nuff, then go around to them and him
Because he won't pluck, I, I got posse full a fighters all fly like a chopper

Use to couldn't take 'em out 'cos they was rowdy hip-hoppers
There's so much gold for roast, the bamboo don't knock us
My nuts are my only homies that can hang proper
At school I had a lot, I filled with VCR's and Vodka
I had two girls, one a runner, one a trotter
Back then I wore briefs, tell a starter, gettin' hotter
Then I grew yeah long so I had to switch to boxers
How hard can your guard be, I say what's up?
Guard your grill, knuckle up, put 'em up, duck

Guard your grill, knuckle up
I ain't the type to give up
Guard your grill, knuckle up
I smoke first, so what's up
Guard your grill, knuckle up
Put 'em up, you ain't tough
Guard your grill, knuckle up

I don't lay, I lie, who knows like Pinocchio never been to Tokyo
Or Keeper's Day Bolochio guard your grill, here's a feel, I rush hard
I got the fliest ride out here, the '91 bus card so callin' me for a ride
Ain't the answer, you want a lift ya better pick up a transfer
Sayin' we will go for one cut, now we're dead, oh yeah
That's bout as funny as Barbara Bush in a bobsled, now how
Wrong can you be to think we play
Even a broken clock is right at least twice a day
So now ya feelin' real low, ya no flow-crow
You slow hobo, stiffer than Robo oh here's another side of
Bein' real quick

You might speak it fulla cracks, but you still ain't shhh
So don't try at those same style battle cry, I rock the U-train
The routes that I battle by, I listen to sister s***, it til they quite slow
No matter that white rap, shoot a pharaoh with a psycho
Put down ya handgun, up which'cha hands son, look cops
They come, I ain't the damned one, I was only three steps
From a peace prize, pieces laid, piece of his eyes and his left thigh
Knuckle up, put 'em up, yeah guard your grill
And that's comin from Ill town, down the hill

Guard your grill, knuckle up
I ain't the type to give up
Guard your grill, knuckle up
I smoke first, so what's up
Guard your grill, knuckle up
Put 'em up, you ain't tough
Guard your grill, knuckle up

This goes out to the 118th Street Posse
My man J Scratch in the house, y'know hut I'm sayin'?
And oh yeah, don't forget, guard your grill, knuckle up!
A strong what up to my man Kid Capri this goes out to
My man Jack Don, I gotta say what's up to my man Pop Dezzy Dezza
What's up to Clark Kent and my man Face
This goes out to my man Fitz and the whole Down The Hill

'Cos they know how to definitely guard they grill
I gotta say what's up to my man Dre and Easy in the house
This goes out to my man Tamere he's definitely in here
What's up to my homey Kool G Rap and my Brand Nubian brothers
Special shout out to my man Grand Puba
One of the fiercest MC's out there Peace goes out
Peace to my man Frank Ben, we outta here, Peace