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Uh.. that's right, oh yeah |
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Back with some nasty shit, right there |
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Nasty, nasty, girl, nasty girl, baby come on |
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Think you a nasty girl, yea |
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[Method Man] |
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Pretty young thing like to bone |
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And she hate to spend her nights alone, baby doll you in the zone |
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Why not call me on the phone, and invite me home |
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Come on, now, baby, come on-on |
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Know what I mean, take a real queen to fuck with me |
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Trustin' me, and give it up for free |
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Next time, feel free to hit me up, anything you wanna puff a tree |
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Come on, now, baby, come on-on |
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We'll shake me up, stop stallin', what you waitin' for? |
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You know we both ain't got no place to go |
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So roll it up, and lay low |
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Everytime I say, yes, baby, you say no |
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Come on, now, baby, come on-on |
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Now-now, now-now-now, you don't have to stay |
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It's ok, there's the dough, you can walk away, why make we wait |
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Til tomorrow, when you can break me off today |
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Come on, now, baby, come on-on |
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[Chorus: Kardinal Offishall] |
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Yeah! Gal dem we love, and gal we need |
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She crush up me things and light me weed |
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We see dem shotgun, and watch me speed |
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Me need a pringy one or pon we need it |
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Gal dem we *ugh*, and gal we screw |
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When we need the girl, up one night po' half me crew |
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And lick on my collection, and what to do |
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Me need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh! |
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[Method Man] |
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I won't lie, I love P-U-S-S-Y, (why?) |
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Cuz I never let it walk on by, or any slice of the american pie |
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Come on, now, baby, come on-on |
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Girlfriend, you know it's half past two A.M |
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You got a friend, but you ain't really trynna fuck with him |
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Aight, then, hit up Batty, I'll gladly come and tuck you in |
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Come on, now, baby, come on-on |
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Scream at your frog, all's fair, love & basketball |
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She remind me of this chick that used to fuck with Dirty Bastard, ya'll |
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Heard that she could suck a ball through a plastic straw |
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Come on, now, baby, come on-on |
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Know what I'm sayin', kid, she get it poppin' off and half the time |
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A little, candlelight, a little glass of wine |
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I'm thinkin', another drink and that ass is mine |
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Come on, now, baby, come on-on |
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[Chorus] |
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[Method Man] |
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If you girl come knockin' at my door, it's my duty |
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To give her what she came here for |
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I'm try'nna knock it down, but I ain't try'nna claim that dough |
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Come on, now, baby, come on-on |
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That's what's up, start the fire, Buddha, light things up |
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The only nigga puttin' ends on some rims for his ice cream truck |
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Pick a flavor, I'll come and scoop your whole team up |
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Come on, now, baby, come on-on |
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That's how it be, don't trip, but girl you put a hurtin' on me |
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Oh shit, hope other chicks don't take it personally |
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But ma, you killin' her, murder in the first degree |
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Come on, now, baby, come on-on |
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Okay, okay, can the ladies come out and play with Mr. Meth |
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I ain't trynna take you out your way |
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Why break me off tomorrow, when you can break me off today |
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Come on, now... |
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[Chorus] |
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[Outro: Method Man] |
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Me need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh |
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Big up to, super producer, Fafu, one love to Kardinal Offishall |
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And the whole T-Dot, oh! |
