[Jay-Z]
That's right, papa, that's right
How we do, yeah, Ill Na Na
Uh huh, uh, come on...
[Foxy]
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 don't pass me the world
I push to be not the backseat girl
Don't deep throat the C-note she float
Murder she wrote, and keeps the heat close
Firm n****, we 'posed to be the illest on three coasts
Familia, bigga than Icos
Y'all, Danny DeVitoes, small n*****
All I see is the penny heaters, that's all n*****
No shark in this year raise it bigga
Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up
and take notice, Na Na take over
Y'all take quotas, to hit papa
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure -- I'll be good
[repeat 2X]
[FOXY:] I'm 2 Live, Nasty As I Wanna Be
[JAY-Z:] Don't shake your sassy a** in front of me
'fore I take you there and tear your back out
[FOXY:] That s*** ain't happened since The Mack was out
[Foxy]
Uhh, rollin for Lana, dripped in Gabbana
Nineties style, you find a style
Right away it's the fit, wanna taste the s***
Put me on a bass, and throw your face in it, f*****
Na Na, y'all can't touch her
My s** drive all night like a trucker
let alone the skills I posess
And y'all gon' see by these mil's I posess
Never settle for less, I'm in excess
Not inexpensive DVS
To the two, that's just the way I'm built
Nasty -- what, classy, still
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
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 don't stop
Can ya throw it like a quarterback, third in the lot?
[Foxy]
Dig me, I get you locked like Biggie, wit Irv in the spot
Word middie, the cop 'n biddie
Uhh, I'm the bomdigi, punana
s**y brown thing, uh, Madon' y'all
Make em turn over from the full-court pressure
to undress ya and s*** all over your a****
I ain't playin knockin out at the Williams
I'm sayin, what's the sense in delayin
I'm tryin to run G from the P to the A.M.
I saw your little thing now I'm swayin, OK'in
(ahh, s***... uh, uh)
[Chorus]
Send "I'll Be
That's right, papa, that's right
How we do, yeah, Ill Na Na
Uh huh, uh, come on...
[Foxy]
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 don't pass me the world
I push to be not the backseat girl
Don't deep throat the C-note she float
Murder she wrote, and keeps the heat close
Firm n****, we 'posed to be the illest on three coasts
Familia, bigga than Icos
Y'all, Danny DeVitoes, small n*****
All I see is the penny heaters, that's all n*****
No shark in this year raise it bigga
Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up
and take notice, Na Na take over
Y'all take quotas, to hit papa
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure -- I'll be good
[repeat 2X]
[FOXY:] I'm 2 Live, Nasty As I Wanna Be
[JAY-Z:] Don't shake your sassy a** in front of me
'fore I take you there and tear your back out
[FOXY:] That s*** ain't happened since The Mack was out
[Foxy]
Uhh, rollin for Lana, dripped in Gabbana
Nineties style, you find a style
Right away it's the fit, wanna taste the s***
Put me on a bass, and throw your face in it, f*****
Na Na, y'all can't touch her
My s** drive all night like a trucker
let alone the skills I posess
And y'all gon' see by these mil's I posess
Never settle for less, I'm in excess
Not inexpensive DVS
To the two, that's just the way I'm built
Nasty -- what, classy, still
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
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 don't stop
Can ya throw it like a quarterback, third in the lot?
[Foxy]
Dig me, I get you locked like Biggie, wit Irv in the spot
Word middie, the cop 'n biddie
Uhh, I'm the bomdigi, punana
s**y brown thing, uh, Madon' y'all
Make em turn over from the full-court pressure
to undress ya and s*** all over your a****
I ain't playin knockin out at the Williams
I'm sayin, what's the sense in delayin
I'm tryin to run G from the P to the A.M.
I saw your little thing now I'm swayin, OK'in
(ahh, s***... uh, uh)
[Chorus]
Send "I'll Be