Puffy: uh-huh, I wanna a remix, come on, I think I wanna remix
BIG: This goes out to my brooklyn crew representin the freakin bitches, fuck
Em all day fuck em all night, we dont love these hoes
Puffy: I wanna remix again ( 2x )
BIG: You heard me
Puffy: Bad Boy 98, B.I.G., the greatest yeah
Verse 1:
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 Chanel 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, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don’t stop, until I screw
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
Chorus:
Kelly Price: naaaaaaasty
Puffy: Vision and dreams of passion
Kelly Price: You make me blow my mind
Puffy: all awhile I think of you
Kelly Price: naaaaaaaasty
Puffy: a sexual reaction
Kelly Price: makes me wanna ride
Puffy: you nasty girl, you nasty girl
Verse 2:
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
Few buzz, I got load
And off to the bedroom we go *mmmmmm*
Sex is drama, head to trauma
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?
Chorus
Verse 3:
Ladies, my Mercedes
Hold fo’ in the back, two if it’s 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
Gaudy years teens look like they painted on
Ask thee, leave it up to me
Lay her on back ever so gently
She like the way the dope 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