Nasty Boy Lyrics by Notorious B.I.G.

Nasty Boy Lyrics

    [Notorious B.I.G. conversating with someone]
    Yeahh, worrd
    I remember I met this one bitch
    Cause you know me I don't see how I'm the nasty motherfucker
    I just thought I thought I'da did anything in the world (yeh?)
    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 whatever
    So I'm like WHASSUP whatchu wanna yaknahmsayin
    I'm read to wear it out or whatever (kssss)
    The bitch told me she wanted me to shit on her! [laughing]
    Ya know shit I was like whatchu 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 [more laughing]
    She talkin about no she want me to cock over her
    And shit, on her stomach! [laughing through his teeth]
    I said bitch what the, what the fuck??
    What the fuck I'm sposed to do after I after I shit on her
    I'm sposed to hit that after that?
    She's just wilding out so after I shits on the bitch right
    [both start laughing]
    Ya know I shit, after I shits on the bitch
    The bitch, ya know, washed that shit off or whatever
    (Ohhh shit!)

    [Puff Daddy] Come on, yeah [repeat 10X]

    Uhh, I go, on and on and on and
    then take her 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 split 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 screw
    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 it to her condo, pronto
    Half indian, called her Tonto
    Roll the kronk ton in the dark pronto
    Few buzz, I got load
    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 the whipped cream, handcuffs and ice
    The bitch is nice, word is bond
    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, cause cats, try to test me
    They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley
    Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin on
    Gaudy years teens 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 keeps foldin? Uhh

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