That's right, papa, that's right

How we do, yeah, Ill Na Na

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 ego, 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 That's right, we drop hits

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 too 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 *** ain't happened since The Mack was out Rollin' for Lana, dripped in Gabbana, nineties style, you find a style

Right away it's the fit, wanna taste the ***

Put me on a bass, and throw your face in it, fucker

Na Na, y'all can't touch her, my *** 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 D V S

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 That's right, we drop hits

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, I'm the bomdigi, punana

Sexy brown thing, uh, Madon' y'all

Make 'em turn over from the full-court pressure To undress ya and *** all over your asses

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 *** 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, we drop hits

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