Yeah, word   I remember I met this one bitch   'Cause you know me I don't see how I'm the nasty motherfucker   I just thought I thought I'da did anything in the world   (Yeah)      I meets this one bitch, I comes up in the spot, or whatever   The bitch got the candles lit or whatever   So she tell me whatever she wanna get her freak on whatever   So I'm like whassup whatchu wanna yaknahmsayin'      I'm read to wear it out or whatever   The bitch told me she wanted me to shit on her   Ya know shit I was like whatchu mean shit?   I mean I might shit on you after I, hit it I won't call you no more      Shit on you like that   She talkin' about no she want me to cock over her   And shit, on her stomach   I said, bitch what the, what the fuck?      What the fuck I'm sposed to do after I, after I shit on her   I'm sposed to hit that after that?   She's just wilding out so after I shits on the bitch right   Ya know I shit, after I shits on the bitch   The bitch, ya know, washed that shit off or whatever   (Ohh shit)      Come on, yeah   Come on, yeah   Come on, yeah   Come on, yeah   Come on, yeah      Come on, yeah   Come on, yeah   Come on, yeah   Come on, yeah   Come on, yeah      Uhh, I go, on and on and on and   Then take her to the crib and let your bone in   Easy, call 'em on the phone and platinum channel cologne and   I stay, dressed, to impress      Spark these bitches interest   Sex is all I expect   If they watch TV in the Lex, they know   They know, quarter past fo'      Left the club tipsy, say no mo'   Except how I'm gettin' home, tomorrow   Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O., uhh   Back of my mind I hope she swallow   (Uh huh)      Man, she split a drink on my cream Wallows   Reach the gate, hungry just ate   Riffin', she got to be to work by eight   This must mean she ain't tryin' to wait      Conversate, sex on the first date I state   You know what you do to me   She starts, "Well, but I don't usually"   Then I, whipped it out, rubber no doubt      Step out, show me what you all about   Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse   Pull your G-string down South, aooww   Threw that back out, in the parking lot      By a Cherokee and a green drop-top   And I don't stop, until I squirt   Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work   You nasty boy, you nasty      You nasty boy, you nasty   You nasty boy, you nasty   You nasty boy, you nasty   You nasty boy, you nasty   You nasty boy, you nasty   You nasty boy, you nasty      I remember we, went to Tennessee   Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone   Bitch named Symone   Screamin', she feenin', for the semen      Me bein', the man that I am   Took it to her condo, pronto   Half Indian, called her Tonto   Roll the kronk ton in the dark pronto      A few puffs, eyes got low   And off to the bedroom we go mmm   Sex is drama, word to mama   Rip pajamas I'ma stay to tomorrow      Satisfyin' all my needs twice   With the whipped cream, handcuffs and ice   The bitch is nice, word is bond   Can't wait to put my niggaz on, what, what?      You nasty boy, you   You nasty boy, you   You nasty boy, you   You nasty boy, you   You nasty boy, you   You nasty boy, you   You nasty boy, you      Ladies, my Mercedes   Hold fo' in the back, two if they fat   Keep a gat, 'cause cats, try to test me   They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley      Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin' on   Gaudier jeans jeans look like they painted on   Ask thee, leave it up to me   Lay her on back ever so gently      She like the way the dough fold up, rolls roll up   Cristal just throw up, bitch grow up   Hold up, there's DeGenero   Dripped out, iceberg Capero      Intro goes without speaking   Call me Caese 'cause I keep 'em, we can go freakin'   All weekend, so, roll in   Ain't it good that my Lex keeps foldin'? Uhh