paroles de chanson Nasty Boy (remix) - The Notorious B.I.G.
Yeah,
word
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
(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
whatever
So
I'm
like
whassup
whatchu
wanna
yaknahmsayin'
I'm
read
to
wear
it
out
or
whatever
The
bitch
told
me
she
wanted
me
to
shit
on
her
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
She
talkin'
about
no
she
want
me
to
cock
over
her
And
shit,
on
her
stomach
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
Ya
know
I
shit,
after
I
shits
on
the
bitch
The
bitch,
ya
know,
washed
that
shit
off
or
whatever
(Ohh
shit)
Come
on,
yeah
Come
on,
yeah
Come
on,
yeah
Come
on,
yeah
Come
on,
yeah
Come
on,
yeah
Come
on,
yeah
Come
on,
yeah
Come
on,
yeah
Come
on,
yeah
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
channel
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,
aooww
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,
you
nasty
You
nasty
boy,
you
nasty
You
nasty
boy,
you
nasty
You
nasty
boy,
you
nasty
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
A
few
puffs,
eyes
got
low
And
off
to
the
bedroom
we
go
mmm
Sex
is
drama,
word
to
mama
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?
You
nasty
boy,
you
You
nasty
boy,
you
You
nasty
boy,
you
You
nasty
boy,
you
You
nasty
boy,
you
You
nasty
boy,
you
You
nasty
boy,
you
Ladies,
my
Mercedes
Hold
fo'
in
the
back,
two
if
they
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
Gaudier
jeans
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
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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