Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nasty Boy, artist - The Notorious B.I.G.. Date of issue: 03.03.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nasty Boy |
| 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!) |
| 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 |