作词 : Combs, Jordan, Notorious BIG Yeah, word I remember I met this one bitch' Cause you know me I don't see how 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 whatever So I'm like whassup whatchu wanna yaknahmsayin' I'm read to wear it out or whatever The bitch told me she wanted me to shit on her 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 She talkin' about no she want me to cock over her And shit, on her stomach 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 sposed to hit that after that? She's just wilding out so after I shits on the bitch right Ya know I shit, after I shits on the bitch The bitch, ya know, washed that shit off or whatever(Ohh shit) Come on, yeah Come on, yeah Come on, yeah Come on, yeah Come on, yeah Come on, yeah Come on, yeah Come on, yeah Come on, yeah Come on, yeah 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 channel cologne and I stay, dressed, to impress Spark these bitches interest Sex is all I expectIf 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., uhhBack of my mind I hope she swallow(Uh huh) Man, she split a drink on my cream WallowsReach 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 stateYou 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, aooww Threw that back out, in the parking lot By a Cherokee and a green drop-top And I don't stop, until I squirtJeans skirt butt-naked it all work You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty I remember we, went to TennesseeThen we came home, mad messages was on my phone Bitch named SymoneScreamin', she feenin', for the semen Me bein', the man that I amTook it to her condo, pronto Half Indian, called her TontoRoll the kronk ton in the dark pronto A few puffs, eyes got low And off to the bedroom we go mmm Sex is drama, word to mama Rip pajamas I'ma stay to tomorrow Satisfyin' all my needs twice With the whipped cream, handcuffs and ice The bitch is nice, word is bond Can't wait to put my niggaz on, what, what? You nasty boy, you You nasty boy, you You nasty boy, you You nasty boy, you You nasty boy, you You nasty boy, you You nasty boy, you Ladies, my MercedesHold fo' in the back, two if they fat Keep a gat, 'cause cats, try to test me They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin' on Gaudier jeans 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, bitch grow up Hold up, there's DeGeneroDripped out, iceberg CaperoIntro 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