The Notorious B.I.G.

The Notorious B.I.G. - Nasty Boy lyrics

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we'll take um to the crib and let your bone in
 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 fo'
 Left the club tipsy  say no mo'
 except how I'm gettin home  tomorrow
 Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.  uhh
 Back of my mind I hope she swallow (uh-huh)
 Man, she spilled a drink on my cream Wallows
 Reach the gate, hungry just ate
 Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
 This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
 Conversate, sex on the first date I state
 "You know what you do to me"
 She starts, "Well but 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, aoowww
 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
 I remember we, went to Tennessee
 Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone
 Bitch named Symone
 Screamin, she feenin, for the semen
 Me bein, the man that I am
 Took her to her condo, pronto
 Half indian, I called her Tonto
 Rolled a crom-crom in the dark, pronto
 Few puffs, eyes got low
 and off to the bedroom we go *mmmmmm*
 Sex is drama, head to trauma
 Rip pajamas I'ma stay to tomorrow
 Satisfyin all my needs twice
 With some whipped cream, handcuffs and ice
 The bitch is nice, word is born
 Can't wait to put my niggaz on, what, what?
 Ladies, my Mercedes
 Hold fo' in the back, two if it's fat
 Keep a gat, for cats that try to test me
 They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley
 Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin on
 Gaudy years 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 dope fold up, Rolls roll up
 Cristal just throw up, bitch grow up
 Hold up, there's DeGenero
 Dripped out, iceberg Capero
 Intro goes without speaking
 Call me Caese cause I keep em, we can go freakin
 all weekend, so, roll in
 Ain't it good that my Lex seats foldin? Uhh
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Language: English

Appearing on: Life After Death (1997)

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