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That's right, papa, that's rightHow we do, yeah, I'll na naUh huh, uh, come onWhat up pop, brace yourself as I ride on topClose your eyes as you ride, right out your socksDouble, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnelWanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundleNasty-girl don't pass me the worldI push to be not the backseat girlDon't deep throat the C-note she floatMurder she wrote, and keeps the heat closeFirm nigga, we 'posed to be the illest on three coastsFamilia, bigga than IcosY'all, Danny DeVitoes, small niggazAll I see is the penny heaters, that's all niggazNo shark in this year raise it biggaFifteen percent make the whole world sit upand take notice, Na Na take overY'all take quotas, to hit papaStraight out the gate y'all, we drop hitsNow tell me, how nasty can you getAll the way from the hood to your neck of the woodsIt's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be goodSongtexteStraight out the gate y'all, we drop hitsNow tell me, how nasty can you getAll the way from the hood to your neck of the woodsIt's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be goodI'm 2 Live, Nasty As I Wanna BeDon't shake your sassy ass in front of me'fore I take you there and tear your back outThat shit ain't happened since The Mack was outUh, rollin' for Lana, dripped in GabbanaNineties style, you find a styleRight away it's the fit, wanna taste the shitPut me on a bass, and throw your face in it, fuckerNa Na, y'all can't touch herMy sex drive all night like a truckerlet alone the skills I possessAnd y'all gon' see by these mil's I possessNever settle for less, I'm in excessNot inexpensive DVSTo the two, that's just the way I'm builtNasty what, classy, stillStraight out the gate y'all, we drop hitsNow tell me, how nasty can you getAll the way from the hood to your neck of the woodsIt's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be goodStraight out the gate y'all, we drop hitsNow tell me, how nasty can you getAll the way from the hood to your neck of the woodsIt's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be goodWell you can hoe what I got, roll with the rockThe fella Capo in the candy apple dropWill tears fall to your ears if I don't stopCan ya throw it like a quarterback, third in the lot?Dig me, I get you locked like Biggie, wit Irv in the spotWord middie, the cop 'n biddieUh, I'm the bomdigi, punanaSexy brown thing, uh, Madon' y'allMake em turn over from the full-court pressureto undress ya and shit all over your assesI ain't playin knockin out at the WilliamsI'm sayin, what's the sense in delayinI'm tryin to run G from the P to the A.M.I saw your little thing now I'm swayin, OK'in (Ah, shit uh, uh)Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hitsNow tell me, how nasty can you getAll the way from the hood to your neck of the woodsIt's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be goodStraight out the gate y'all, we drop hitsNow tell me, how nasty can you getAll the way from the hood to your neck of the woodsIt's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be good Aus Songtexte Mania