Nasty Boy (Radio Edit)

[Skit: The Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah, word I remember I met this one bitch 'Cause you know me, I don't see— I'm the nasty motherfucker I just thought— I thought I'da did anything in the world (yeah?) 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 or whatever So I'm like "What's up? What'chu wanna do?" Know what I'm sayin', I'm read to wear it out or whatever (ksss) The bitch told me she wanted me to shit on her (hahaha) 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 (hahaha) She talkin about no she want me to cock over her And shit, on her stomach! (hehehe) 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 s'posed to hit that after that? She's just wilding out, so after I shits on the bitch right (hahaha) Ya know I shit, after I shits on the bitch The bitch, ya know, washed that shit off or whatever (Ohh shit) [Intro: Puff Daddy] Come on, yeah, come on Come on, yeah, come on, yeah Come on, yeah, come on Come on, yeah, come on, yeah Come on, yeah, come on Come on, yeah, come on, yeah Come on, yeah, come on Come on, yeah, come on [Break: Notorious B.I.G] This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Representin' on the freaky freaky Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night We don't love these hoes [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] 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 bitches interest Sex is all I expect If they watch TV in the Lex, they know They know, quarter past 4 Left the club tipsy, say no mo' Except how I'm gettin' home tomorrow Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O Back of my mind I hope she swallow Man she spilled 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 tryna 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 Threw that back out, in the parkin' lot By a Cherokee and a green drop-top And I don't stop, until I squirt Jeans, skirt, butt-naked, it all work [Chorus: Kelly Price] You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] I remember we went to Tennessee Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone Bitch named Simone Screamin, she fiendin' 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 Sex is drama, head is trauma Ripped pajamas, I'ma stay 'til tomorrow Satisfyin' all my needs twice With whipped cream, handcuffs and ice The bitch is nice, word is bond Can't wait to put my niggas on, what? What? [Chorus: Kelly Price] You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Ladies, my Mercedes Hold fo' in the back, two if you're fat Keep a gat 'cause cats try fi test me They just fans like De Niro, Wesley Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin' on Gardeur 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 'til she throw up, bitch 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 seats foldin'? Uhh [Chorus: Kelly Price] You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty