作词 : Carter, Shawn C. 作曲 : Carter, Shawn C. Thats right, papa, thats 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 dont pass me the world I push to be not the backseat girl Dont deep throat the c-note she float Murder she wrote, and keeps the heat close Firm *****, we posed to be the illest on three coasts Familia, bigga than icos Yall, danny devitoes, small ****** All I see is the penny heaters, thats all ****** No shark in this year raise it bigga Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up And take notice, na na take over Yall take quotas, to hit papa Straight out the gate yall, we drop hits Now tell me, how nasty can you get All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods Its ripped, one thing for sure -- Ill be good
Im 2 live, nasty as I wanna be dont shake your sassy ass in front of me fore I take you there and tear your back out that **** aint happened since the mack was out Uhh, rollin for lana, dripped in gabbana Nineties style, you find a style Right away its the fit, wanna taste the **** Put me on a bass, and throw your face in it, ****** Na na, yall cant touch her My *** drive all night like a trucker Let alone the skills I posess And yall gon see by these mils I posess Never settle for less, Im in excess Not inexpensive dvs To the two, thats just the way Im built Nasty -- what, classy, still
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 dont 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, Im the bomdigi, punana ***y brown thing, uh, madon yall Make em turn over from the full-court pressure To undress ya and **** all over your asses I aint playin knockin out at the williams Im sayin, whats the sense in delayin Im tryin to run g from the p to the a.m. I saw your little thing now Im swayin, okin
（ahh, ****... uh, uh）
[00:00.000] 作词 : Carter, Shawn C. [00:00.026] 作曲 : Carter, Shawn C. [00:00.52]Thats right, papa, thats right [00:04.28]How we do, yeah, ill na na [00:07.84] [00:08.84]Uh huh, uh, come on... [00:12.33]What up pop, brace yourself as I ride on top [00:14.58]Close your eyes as you ride, right out your socks [00:16.82]Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel [00:19.38]Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle [00:21.63]Nasty-girl dont pass me the world [00:23.31]I push to be not the backseat girl [00:25.37]Dont deep throat the c-note she float [00:28.25]Murder she wrote, and keeps the heat close [00:30.43]Firm *****, we posed to be the illest on three coasts [00:33.36]Familia, bigga than icos [00:34.98]Yall, danny devitoes, small ****** [00:37.04]All I see is the penny heaters, thats all ****** [00:39.54]No shark in this year raise it bigga [00:41.91]Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up [00:44.28]And take notice, na na take over [00:46.22]Yall take quotas, to hit papa [00:48.53]Straight out the gate yall, we drop hits [00:50.77]Now tell me, how nasty can you get [00:52.89]All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods [00:56.04]Its ripped, one thing for sure -- Ill be good [00:59.16] [01:07.21]Im 2 live, nasty as I wanna be [01:08.96]dont shake your sassy ass in front of me [01:11.02]fore I take you there and tear your back out [01:13.57]that **** aint happened since the mack was out [01:15.70]Uhh, rollin for lana, dripped in gabbana [01:17.94]Nineties style, you find a style [01:20.31]Right away its the fit, wanna taste the **** [01:22.50]Put me on a bass, and throw your face in it, ****** [01:25.68]Na na, yall cant touch her [01:27.18]My *** drive all night like a trucker [01:30.11]Let alone the skills I posess [01:31.67]And yall gon see by these mils I posess [01:34.17]Never settle for less, Im in excess [01:36.35]Not inexpensive dvs [01:37.22]To the two, thats just the way Im built [01:40.84]Nasty -- what, classy, still [01:42.68] [02:01.41]Well you can hoe what I got, roll with the rock [02:03.40]The fella capo in the candy apple drop [02:05.65]Will tears fall to your ears if I dont stop [02:07.89]Can ya throw it like a quarterback, third in the lot? [02:10.26]Dig me, I get you locked like biggie, wit irv in the spot [02:12.89]Word middie, the cop n biddie [02:14.64]Uhh, Im the bomdigi, punana [02:16.01]***y brown thing, uh, madon yall [02:19.25]Make em turn over from the full-court pressure [02:21.56]To undress ya and **** all over your asses [02:24.18]I aint playin knockin out at the williams [02:26.05]Im sayin, whats the sense in delayin [02:28.24]Im tryin to run g from the p to the a.m. [02:30.73]I saw your little thing now Im swayin, okin [02:32.70] [02:33.82]（ahh, ****... uh, uh）
