Nasty Boy (討厭的男孩) - The Notorious B.I.G.
Yeah, word I remember I met this one b**ch
'Cause you know me I don't see how
I'm the nasty motherf**ker
I just thought I thought I'da did anything in the world (yeah?)
I meets this one b**ch, I comes up in the spot, or whatever
The b**ch got the candles lit or whatever, so
She tell me whatever she wanna get her freak on whatever
So I'm like whats up, whatchu wanna yaknahmsayin
I'm read to wear it out or whatever (kiss)
The b**ch told me she wanted me to sh*t on her!
Ya know sh*t I was like whatchu mean sh*t?
I mean I might sh*t on you after I,
Hit it I won't call you no more
Sh*t on you like that
She talkin' about no she want me to cock over her
And sh*t, on her stomach!
I said b**ch what the, what the f**k??
What the f**k I'm sposed to do after I after I sh*t on her
I'm s'posed to hit that after that?
She's just wilding out so after I shits on the b**ch right
Ya know I sh*t, after I shits on the b**ch
The b**ch, ya know, washed that sh*t off or whatever (Oh sh*t!)
Come on, yeah come on, yeah
Uh, 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 b**ches 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., uh
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 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, aow!
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
I remember we, went to Tennessee
Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone
B**ch named Symone
Screamin', she feenin', 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 (mm)
Sex is drama, head to trauma
Rip pajamas, I'ma stay 'til tomorrow
Satisfyin' all my needs twice
With the whipped cream, handcuffs and ice
The b**ch is nice, word is bond
Can't wait to put my niggas on, what, what?
Ladies, my Mercedes
Hold fo' in the back, two if your fat
Keep a gat, cause cats, try to test me
They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley
Let's see, the b**ch I'm waitin on
Cartier 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 just throw up, b**ch 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 keeps foldin? Uhh