Nasty Boy (Original) The Notorious B.I.G. (Ft. Kelly Price)
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[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G]
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Representin on the freaky bitches
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
Uh, uh, you heard me!
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
I go on and on and on and
Don't take them to the crib unless they bonin' (uh)
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
As they watch TV in the Lex, they know
They know, quarter past 4
Left the club tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm gettin' home tomorrow
Cease'll 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
Riffin', 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 (oww)
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
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Representin on the freaky bitches
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
Uh, uh, you heard me!
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
I go on and on and on and
Don't take them to the crib unless they bonin' (uh)
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
As they watch TV in the Lex, they know
They know, quarter past 4
Left the club tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm gettin' home tomorrow
Cease'll 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
Riffin', 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 (oww)
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
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