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[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 the V, not the backseat girl
Don't deepthroat for c-notes, she floats
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 DeVitos, small niggas
All I see is the panty eaters—that’s all niggas
Loan sharkin' this year, raise the figgas
Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up
And take notice, Na Na take over
Y'all take quotas, to hit papa
[Hook: 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 ass in front of me
'fore I take you there and tear your back out
FOXY: That shit ain't happened since The Mack was out
[Foxy]
I’m Lola Falana, dripped in Gabbana
Nineties style, the finest style
Right away it's the fit, wanna taste the shit?
Put me on the basin, throw your face in it, fucker
Na Na, y'all can't touch her
My sex 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—VVS
To the two, that's just the way I'm built
Nasty, but classy, still
[Hook]
[Jay-Z]
Well you can hold what I got, roll with the Roc
A-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 and a lot?
[Foxy]
Dig me, I’ll get you locked like Biggie with herb in the spot
Word middie, the cop 'n biddie
Uhh, I'm the bomb-diggy, punana
Sexy 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 weigh-in
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, shit... uh, uh)
[Hook]
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