Lyric I ll be
(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 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 all niggaz
Bo 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
Chorus: Jay-Z
Straight out the gate y all , we drope hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the was from the hood to your neck of the woods
(repeat 2x)
FOXY: I m 2 live, Nasty as I wanna be
JAY-Z: Don t shake ur sassy ass in front of me
fore I take u there and tear ur back out
FOXY: That shit ain t happend since The Mack was out
(Foxy)
Uhh, rollin for Lana, dripped in Gabbana
Nineties style, u find a style
Right away it s the fit ,wanna taste the shit
Put me on a bass, and throw ur 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 bye these mil s I posess
Never sttle for less ,I m in excess
Not inexpensive DVS
To the 2, that s just the way i m built
Chorus
(Jay-Z)
Well you can how what I got,roll withe 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?
(Foxy)
Dig me, I get you locked like Biggie,with Irv in the spot
Word middie, the cop n biddie
Uhh, I m the bomdigi, puanna
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 Williams
I m stayin, what s the sense in delayin
I m trin 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)
Chorus
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 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 all niggaz
Bo 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
Chorus: Jay-Z
Straight out the gate y all , we drope hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the was from the hood to your neck of the woods
(repeat 2x)
FOXY: I m 2 live, Nasty as I wanna be
JAY-Z: Don t shake ur sassy ass in front of me
fore I take u there and tear ur back out
FOXY: That shit ain t happend since The Mack was out
(Foxy)
Uhh, rollin for Lana, dripped in Gabbana
Nineties style, u find a style
Right away it s the fit ,wanna taste the shit
Put me on a bass, and throw ur 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 bye these mil s I posess
Never sttle for less ,I m in excess
Not inexpensive DVS
To the 2, that s just the way i m built
Chorus
(Jay-Z)
Well you can how what I got,roll withe 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?
(Foxy)
Dig me, I get you locked like Biggie,with Irv in the spot
Word middie, the cop n biddie
Uhh, I m the bomdigi, puanna
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 Williams
I m stayin, what s the sense in delayin
I m trin 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)
Chorus
