That's right, papa, that's right
How we do, yeah, Ill Na Na
Uh huh, uh, come on...
What up pop, brace yourself as I ride on top Close your eyes as you ride, right out your socks
Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle
Nasty-girl don't pass me the world I push to be not the backseat girl
Don't deep throat the C-note she float Murder she wrote, and keeps the heat close
Firm nigga, we 'posed to be the illest on three coasts Familia, bigga than Icos
Y'all, Danny DeVitoes, small niggaz All I see is the penny heaters, that's all niggaz
No shark in this year raise it bigga Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up
and take notice, Na Na take over Y'all take quotas, to hit papa
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods It's ripped, one thing for sure -- I'll be good
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods It's ripped, one thing for sure -- I'll be good
I'm 2 Live, Nasty As I Wanna Be
Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me 'fore I take you there and tear your back out
That shit ain't happened since The Mack was out
Uhh, rollin for Lana, dripped in Gabbana Nineties style, you find a style
Right away it's the fit, wanna taste the shit Put me on a bass, and throw your face in it, fucker
Na Na, y'all can't touch her My sex drive all night like a trucker
let alone the skills I posess And y'all gon' see by these mil's I posess
Never settle for less, I'm in excess Not inexpensive DVS
To the two, that's just the way I'm built Nasty -- what, classy, still
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods It's ripped, one thing for sure -- I'll be good
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods It's ripped, one thing for sure -- I'll be good
Well you can hoe what I got, roll with the rock The fella Capo in the candy apple drop
Will tears fall to your ears if I don't stop Can ya throw it like a quarterback, third in the lot?
Dig me, I get you locked like Biggie, wit Irv in the spot Word middie, the cop 'n biddie
Uhh, I'm the bomdigi, punana Sexy brown thing, uh, Madon' y'all
Make em turn over from the full-court pressure to undress ya and shit all over your asses
I ain't playin knockin out at the weigh-in I'm sayin, what's the sense in delayin
I'm tryin to run G from the P to the A.M. I saw your little thing now I'm swayin, OK'in
(ahh, shit)
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Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods It's ripped, one thing for sure -- I'll be good
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods It's ripped, one thing for sure -- I'll be good