[00:00.00] 作词 : Carter, Shawn C.
[00:00.26] 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]sexy 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)

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
sexy 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)