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The Notorious B.I.G.

Nasty Boy

 

Nasty Boy

(album: Life After Death - 1997)


Yeah, word
I remember I met this one bitch
'Cause you know me, I don't see—I'm the nasty motherfucker
I just thought—I thought I'da did anything in the world (yeah?)
I meets this one bitch, I comes up in the spot or whatever
The bitch got the candles lit or whatever, so
She tell me whatever, she wanna get her freak on or whatever
So I'm like "What's up? What you wanna do?"
Know what I'm saying, I'm read to wear it out or whatever (ksss)
The bitch told me she wanted me to shit on her (ha-ha-ha)
Ya know, shit, I was like, "What you mean shit?"
I mean I might shit on you, after I hit it I won't call you no more
Shit on you like that (ha-ha-ha)
She talking about no she want me to cock over her
And shit, on her stomach! (hehehe)
I said bitch what the, what the fuck??
What the fuck I'm supposed to do after I after I shit on her
I'm s'posed to hit that after that?
She's just wilding out, so after I shits on the bitch right (ha-ha-ha)
Ya know I shit, after I shits on the bitch
The bitch, ya know, washed that shit off or whatever
(Oh shit)

Come on, yeah, come on
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah
Come on, yeah, come on
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah
Come on, yeah, come on
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah
Come on, yeah, come on
Come on, yeah, come on

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Representing on the freaky freaky
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes

I go on and on and on and
Don't take them to the crib unless they're boning
Easy, call 'em on the phone and
Platinum Chanel cologne and
I stay, dressed to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect
If they watch TV in the Lex, they know
They know, quarter past 4
Left the club tipsy, say no more
Except how I'm getting home tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O
Back of my mind I hope she swallow
Man she spilled a drink on my cream Wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffing, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryna wait
Conversate, sex on the first date
I state, "You know what you do to me"
She starts off, "Well I don't usually"
Then I whipped it out, rubber no doubt
Step out, show me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans, skirt, butt-naked, it all work

You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty

I remember we went to Tennessee
Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone
Bitch named Simone
Screaming, she fiending for the semen
Me being the man that I am
Took it to her condo pronto
Half Indian, I called her Tonto
Roll the chron' chron' in the dark pronto
Few puffs, eyes got low
And off to the bedroom we go
Sex is drama, head is trauma
Ripped pajamas, I'ma stay 'til tomorrow
Satisfying all my needs twice
With whipped cream, handcuffs and ice
The bitch is nice, word is bond
Can't wait to put my niggas on, what? What?

You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty

Ladies, my Mercedes
Hold four in the back, two if you're fat
Keep a gat 'cause cats try fi test me
They just fans like De Niro, Wesley
Let's see, the bitch I'm waiting on
Gardeur jeans look like they painted on
Ask thee, leave it up to me
Lay her on back ever so gently
She like the way the dough fold up, Rolls roll up
Cristal 'til she throw up, bitch grow up
Hold up, there's DeGenero
Dripped out, Iceberg apparel
Intro goes without speaking
Call me Cease 'cause I keep 'em, we can go freaking
All weekend, so, roll in
Ain't it good that my Lex seats foldin'? Uh

You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty

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