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Nasty Boy
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[Notorious B.I.G. conversating with someone]
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Yeahh, worrd
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I remember I met this one bitch
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Cause you know me I don't see how I'm the nasty motherfucker
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I just thought I thought I'da did anything in the world (yeh?)
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I meets this one bitch, I comes up in the spot, or whatever
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The bitch got the candles lit or whatever, so
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She tell me whatever she wanna get her freak on whatever
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So I'm like WHASSUP whatchu wanna yaknahmsayin
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I'm read to wear it out or whatever (kssss)
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The bitch told me she wanted me to shit on her! (*laughing*)
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Ya know shit I was like whatchu mean shit?
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I mean I might shit on you after I, hit it I won't call you no more
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Shit on you like that (*more laughing*)
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She talkin about no she want me to cock over her
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And shit, on her stomach! (*laughing through his teeth*)
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I said bitch what the, what the fuck??
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What the fuck I'm sposed to do after I after I shit on her
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I'm sposed to hit that after that?
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She's just wilding out so after I shits on the bitch right
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(*both start laughing*)
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Ya know I shit, after I shits on the bitch
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The bitch, ya know, washed that shit off or whatever
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(Ohhh shit!)
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[Puff Daddy] Come on, yeah (repeat 10X)
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Uhh, I go, on and on and on and
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then take her to the crib and let your bone in
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Easy, call em on the phone and
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platinum Chanel cologne and
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I stay, dressed, to impress
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Spark these bitches interest
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Sex is all I expect
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if they watch TV in the Lex, they know
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They know, quarter past fo'
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Left the club tipsy, say no mo'
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except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
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Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O., uhh
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Back of my mind I hope she swallow (uh-huh)
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Man She split a drink on my cream Wallows
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Reach the gate, hungry just ate
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Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
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This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
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Conversate, sex on the first date I state
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"You know what you do to me"
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She starts, "Well but I don't usually"
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then I, whipped it out, rubber no doubt
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Step out, show me what you all about
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Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
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Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
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Threw that back out, in the parking lot
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By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
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And I don't stop, until I screw
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Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
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I remember we, went to Tennessee
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Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone
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Bitch named Symone
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Screamin, she feenin, for the semen
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Me bein, the man that I am
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Took it to her condo, pronto
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Half indian, called her Tonto
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Roll the kronk ton in the dark pronto
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Few buzz, I got load
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and off to the bedroom we go *mmmmmm*
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Sex is drama, head to trauma
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Rip pajamas I'ma stay to tomorrow
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Satisfyin all my needs twice
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With the whipped cream, handcuffs and ice
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The bitch is nice, word is bond
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Can't wait to put my niggaz on, what, what?
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Ladies, my Mercedes
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Hold fo' in the back, two if it's fat
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Keep a gat, cause cats, try to test me
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They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley
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Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin on
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Gaudy years teens look like they painted on
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Ask thee, leave it up to me
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Lay her on back ever so gently
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She like the way the dope fold up, Rolls roll up
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Cristal just throw up, bitch grow up
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Hold up, there's DeGenero
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Dripped out, iceberg Capero
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Intro goes without speaking
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Call me Caese cause I keep em, we can go freakin
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all weekend, so, roll in
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Ain't it good that my Lex keeps foldin? Uhh
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Nasty Boy
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Notorious B.I.G. |