Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nasty Girl (Feat. Joe Flizzow), artist - Too PhatDate of issue: 31.05.2004
Song language: English
Nasty Girl (Feat. Joe Flizzow) |
| Yo, i make jams sure clubs gon' blast |
| Make em' freaks dance, lose g-strings fast |
| Yes i love as and flings that don’t last |
| They call me a sophisticated thug like Rass Kass |
| Hey ma, looking like a million |
| Judging by the way you roam, is you half Italian? |
| Now my song be on, stir up the ambience |
| You my Destiny Child no need to look Beyond say |
| Whatchu wanna we can play how you wanna |
| No need to waste time and play virgin like Madonna |
| Me and you gon' hit town and paint red |
| And still keep it hiphop with throw ups and tags |
| Seen you up in mags you’s a model right? |
| And you look mighty tight, walk like a model might |
| This Joe Dolomite now get ya' mind right |
| Me and B gon' get freaky tonight |
| Verse 2 (Joe Flizzow) |
| Now it’s bout time we bring you a club banger |
| Show you to party in a hiphop manner |
| Call me hiphop santa come sit on my lap |
| Ask your friends to come over they can hang with my cats |
| While you can tell me if you’re naughty lil' thing |
| No i can’t read minds but i know what you’re thinking |
| Nasty intentions now party with me |
| And by the end of the night you gon' leave prolly wit' me |
| And know exactly why they call me Big Joe |
| And why i’ve got gurlies lined up like corn-rows, skirts up like Monroe |
| Lined out my condo, they bend like elbows |
| (Freaky?) that’s for sure |
| And at height of the night yeah i love 'em too |
| Just remember that you never gonna be my boo |
| You know how we do if you come too party |
| Joe Flow and Phase Too yo' we get rowdy… |
| (Bridge) |
| Now throw ya' hands in the air |
| And wave 'em from wall to wall |
| Well if you like the sound and you having a ball |
| Join in and say i hear y’all |
| Verse 3 (Joe Flizzow) |
| (Where you be?) You know me up in the VIP |
| Or next to the DJ rock the P-AR-TY |
| The freaks i see, know they steady watching we |
| When we roll screw a dress code we walk in free |
| They say that probably he now check the kicks son |
| We don’t bother with loafers we rocking Air Force One’s |
| Rob yuppie fools for fun call their boo’s |
| «Hey hun, come here girl screw your man i show you how it’s done» |