"Nasty Boy"nn[Notorious B.I.G. conversating with someone]nYeahh, worrdnI remember I met this one bitchnCause you know me I don't see how I'm...
"Nasty Boy"nn[Notorious B.I.G. conversating with someone]nYeahh, worrdnI remember I met this one bitchnCause you know me I don't see how I'm the nasty motherfuckernI just thought I thought I'da did anything in the world (yeh?)nI meets this one bitch, I comes up in the spot, or whatevernThe bitch got the candles lit or whatever, sonShe tell me whatever she wanna get her freak on whatevernSo I'm like WHASSUP whatchu wanna yaknahmsayinnI'm read to wear it out or whatever (kssss)nThe bitch told me she wanted me to shit on her! [laughing]nYa know shit I was like whatchu mean shit?nI mean I might shit on you after I, hit it I won't call you no morenShit on you like that [more laughing]nShe talkin about no she want me to cock over hernAnd shit, on her stomach! [laughing through his teeth]nI said bitch what the, what the fuck??nWhat the fuck I'm sposed to do after I after I shit on hernI'm sposed to hit that after that?nShe's just wilding out so after I shits on the bitch rightn[both start laughing]nYa know I shit, after I shits on the bitchnThe bitch, ya know, washed that shit off or whatevern(Ohhh shit!)nn[Puff Daddy] Come on, yeah [repeat 10X]nnUhh, I go, on and on and on andnthen take her to the crib and let your bone innEasy, call em on the phone andnplatinum Chanel cologne andnI stay, dressed, to impressnSpark these bitches interestnSex is all I expectnif they watch TV in the Lex, they knownThey know, quarter past fo'nLeft the club tipsy, say no mo'nexcept how I'm gettin home, tomorrownCaesar drop you off when he see his P.O., uhhnBack of my mind I hope she swallow (uh-huh)nMan She split a drink on my cream WallowsnReach the gate, hungry just atenRiffin, she got to be to work by eightnThis must mean she ain't tryin to waitnConversate, sex on the first date I staten"You know what you do to me"nShe starts, "Well but I don't usually"nthen I, whipped it out, rubber no doubtnStep out, show me what you all aboutnFingers in your mouth, open up your blousenPull your G-string down South, aoowwwnThrew that back out, in the parking lotnBy a Cherokee and a green drop-topnAnd I don't stop, until I screwnJeans skirt butt-naked it all worknnI remember we, went to TennesseenThen we came home, mad messages was on my phonenBitch named SymonenScreamin, she feenin, for the semennMe bein, the man that I amnTook it to her condo, prontonHalf indian, called her TontonRoll the kronk ton in the dark prontonFew buzz, I got loadnand off to the bedroom we go (mmmmmm)nSex is drama, head to traumanRip pajamas I'ma stay to tomorrownSatisfyin all my needs twicenWith the whipped cream, handcuffs and icenThe bitch is nice, word is bondnCan't wait to put my niggaz on, what, what?nnLadies, my MercedesnHold fo' in the back, two if it's fatnKeep a gat, cause cats, try to test menThey just fans like DeNiro, WesleynLet's see, the bitch I'm waitin onnGaudy years teens look like they painted onnAsk thee, leave it up to menLay her on back ever so gentlynShe like the way the dope fold up, Rolls roll upnCristal just throw up, bitch grow upnHold up, there's DeGeneronDripped out, iceberg CaperonIntro goes without speakingnCall me Caese cause I keep em, we can go freakinnall weekend, so, roll innAin't it good that my Lex keeps foldin? Uhh Less
