Nasty Boy

作词 : Combs, Jordan, Notorious BIG

作曲 : Notorious B.I.G./Sean Combs/Steve Jordan

[Skit: The Notorious B.I.G.]

Yeah, word

I remember I met this one bitch

'Cause you know me, I don't see— I'm the nasty mother****er

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 or whatever

So I'm like "What's up? What'chu wanna do?"

Know what I'm sayin', I'm read to wear it out or whatever (ksss)

The bitch told me she wanted me to shit on her (hahaha)

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 (hahaha)

She talkin about no she want me to cock over her

And shit, on her stomach! (hehehe)

I said bitch what the, what the ****??

What the **** I'm sposed to do after I after I shit on her

I'm s'posed to hit that after that?

She's just wilding out, so after I shits on the bitch right (hahaha)

Ya know I shit, after I shits on the bitch

The bitch, ya know, washed that shit off or whatever

(Ohh shit)

[Intro: Puff Daddy]

Come on, yeah, come on

Come on, yeah, come on, yeah

Come on, yeah, come on

Come on, yeah, come on, yeah

Come on, yeah, come on

Come on, yeah, come on, yeah

Come on, yeah, come on

Come on, yeah, come on

[Break: Notorious B.I.G]

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew

Representin' on the freaky freaky

**** 'em all day, **** 'em all night

We don't love these hoes

[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'

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 4

Left the club tipsy, say no mo'

Except how I'm gettin' home tomorrow

Caesar 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

Threw that back out, in the parkin' lot

By a Cherokee and a green drop-top

And I don't stop, until I squirt

Jeans, skirt, butt-naked, it all work

[Chorus: Kelly Price]

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]

I remember we went to Tennessee

Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone

Bitch named Simone

Screamin, she fiendin' for the semen

Me bein' the man that I am

Took it to her condo pronto

Half Indian, I called her Tonto

Roll the chron' chron' in the dark pronto

Few puffs, eyes got low

And off to the bedroom we go

Sex is drama, head is trauma

Ripped pajamas, I'ma stay 'til tomorrow

Satisfyin' all my needs twice

With whipped cream, handcuffs and ice

The bitch is nice, word is bond

Can't wait to put my niggas on, what? What?

[Chorus: Kelly Price]

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty

[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]

Ladies, my Mercedes

Hold fo' in the back, two if you're fat

Keep a gat 'cause cats try fi test me

They just fans like De Niro, Wesley

Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin' on

Gardeur 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 'til she throw up, bitch grow up

Hold up, there's DeGenero

Dripped out, Iceberg apparel

Intro goes without speaking

Call me Cease 'cause I keep 'em, we can go freakin'

All weekend, so, roll in

Ain't it good that my Lex seats foldin'? Uhh

[Chorus: Kelly Price]

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty