Nasty Boy - Radio Edit

Come on, yeah, come on, yeah

Come on, yeah, come on, yeah

Come on, yeah, come on, yeah

Come on, come on, come on, yeah

Come on, yeah

Uh, I go on and on and on and

Don't take 'em to the crib unless they moanin'

Uh, easy, call 'em on the phone and

Platinum Chanel cologne and

I stay dressed to impress

To spark these bitches' interest

Sex is all I expect as they watch TV in the Lex'

They know, they know, quarter past four

Left the club tipsy, say no mo'

Except how I'm gettin' home tomorrow

Cease'll drop you off when he see his .45

Back of my mind I hope she alive

Mad she spilled a drink on my cream Wallows

Reach the gate, hungry, just ate

Riffin', she got to be to work by eight (Come on)

This must mean she ain't tryna wait

Conversate, sex on the first date

I state, "You know what you do to me"

She starts off, "Well, I don't usually"

Then I ride the dick, no doubt

Step out, show me what you all about

Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse

Pull your G-string down South (Oww)

Threw that back out in the parking lot

By a Cherokee and a green drop-top

And I don't stop until I nut

Jeans, skirt, butt-naked, it all work

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)

I remember we went to Tennessee (Uh-huh)

Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone

Bitch named Simone (Uh), screamin', she fiendin'

For the dick, me bein' the man that I am

Took her to her condo, pronto

Half Indian, I called her Tonto

Roll the chron'-chron' in the dark fronto

Few puffs, eyes got low

And off to the bedroom we go (Mmm)

Sex is drama, head is trauma

Ripped pajamas, I'ma stay 'til tomorrow

Satisfying all my needs twice

With some whipped cream, handcuffs and ice

The bitch is nice, word is bond

Can't wait to put my niggas on, what? What?

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)

Ladies, my Mercedes (Uh)

Hold four in the back, two if you fat (Come on)

Keep a gat for cats that try to test me (Uh)

They just fans like DeNiro and Wesley (Come on)

Let's see (Uh-huh), the bitch I'm waitin' on (What?)

Gaultier jeans look like they painted on

Ask P, leave it up to me

Lay her on her back ever so gently

She like the way the dough fold up, rolls roll up

Cristal 'til she throw up, bitch, grow up, hold up

There's De Janeiro (Uh-huh)

Dripped to death, Iceberg apparel (Uh)

Get your gold without speakin'

Call me Cease 'cause I keep one

We could go freakin' all weekend

So roll in, ain't it good that my nuts be foldin'? (Oww)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)