The Notorious B.I.G. - Nasty Boy lyrics

[Notorious B.I.G. conversating with someone] Yeahh, worrd I remember I met this one b**h Cause you know me I don't see how I'm the nasty motherf**er I just thought I thought I'da did anything in the world (yeh?) I meets this one b**h, I comes up in the spot, or whatever The b**h 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 b**h told me she wanted me to sh** on her! [laughing] Ya know sh** I was like whatchu mean sh**? I mean I might sh** on you after I, hit it I won't call you no more sh** on you like that [more laughing] She talkin about no she want me to co*k over her And sh**, on her stomach! [laughing through his teeth] I said b**h what the, what the f**?? What the f** I'm sposed to do after I after I sh** on her I'm sposed to hit that after that? She's just wilding out so after I sh**s on the b**h right [both start laughing] Ya know I sh**, after I sh**s on the b**h The b**h, ya know, washed that sh** off or whatever (Ohhh sh**!) [Puff Daddy] 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 b**hes 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, s** 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 bu*t-naked it all work I remember we, went to Tennessee Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone b**h 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 b**h is nice, word is bond Can't wait to put my n***az 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 b**h 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, b**h 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