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 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 nigga, we 'posed to be the illest on three coasts
Familia, bigga than Icos
Y'all, Danny Devitoes, small niggaz
All I see is the penny heaters, that's all niggaz
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
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
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
I'm to live, nasty as I wanna be
Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me
'Fore I take you there and tear your back out
That shit ain't happened since 'The Mack' was out
Uh, rollin' for Lana, dripped in Gabbana
Nineties style, you find a style
Right away it's the fit, wanna taste the shit
Put me on a bass, and throw your face in it, fucker
Na Na, y'all can't touch her
My s** drive all night like a trucker
Let alone the skills I posses
And y'all gon' see by these mil's I posses
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
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
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?
Dig me, I get you locked like Biggie, wit Irv in the spot
Word middie, the cop 'n biddie, uh, I'm the bomdigi, punana
S*** brown thing, uh, Madon' y'all
Make 'em turn over from the full-court pressure
To undress ya and shit all over your asses
I ain't playin' knockin' out at the weighin'
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', okayin'
(Ah, shit uh, uh)
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
That's right, papa, that's 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 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 nigga, we 'posed to be the illest on three coasts Familia, bigga than Icos Y'all, Danny Devitoes, small niggaz All I see is the penny heaters, that's all niggaz 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 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 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 I'm to live, nasty as I wanna be Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me 'Fore I take you there and tear your back out That shit ain't happened since 'The Mack' was out Uh, rollin' for Lana, dripped in Gabbana Nineties style, you find a style Right away it's the fit, wanna taste the shit Put me on a bass, and throw your face in it, fucker Na Na, y'all can't touch her My s** drive all night like a trucker Let alone the skills I posses And y'all gon' see by these mil's I posses 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 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 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? Dig me, I get you locked like Biggie, wit Irv in the spot Word middie, the cop 'n biddie, uh, I'm the bomdigi, punana S*** brown thing, uh, Madon' y'all Make 'em turn over from the full-court pressure To undress ya and shit all over your asses I ain't playin' knockin' out at the weighin' 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', okayin' (Ah, shit uh, uh) 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 Explain Request ×
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