Nasty Boy
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Come on, yeah, come on, yeah
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah
Come on, yeah, come on,
Come on, come on, yeah, come on, yeah
Uh, I go, on and on and on and
Don't take them to the crib unless they bonin'
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., uh
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 off, "well 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, aow!
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
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 her to her condo, pronto
Half Indian, I called her Tonto
Roll the chron'chron' in the dark pronto
Few puffs, eyes got low
And off to the bedroom we go
Sex is drama, head is trauma
Rip pajamas, I'mma stay 'til 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 niggas on, what, what?
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
You nasty boy, you nasty
Ladies, my Mercedes
Hold fo' in the back, two if you're fat
Keep a gat, for cats that try to test me
They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley
Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin' on
Cartier jeans look like they painted on
Ask P, leave it up to me
Lay her on her 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 apparel
Intro goes without speaking
Call me Cease 'cause I keep 'em, we can go freakin'
All weekend, so, roll in
Ain't it good that my Lex keeps foldin? Uhh
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
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
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
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
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
The lyrics of "Nasty Boy" by The Notorious B.I.G. are sexually explicit, and the content relates to Biggie's experiences with women. The beginning of the song establishes a sultry, seductive tone that continues throughout the entire song. The lyrics describe Biggie's expectations from women, which is sex. He talks about how he dresses to impress women, and sex is all he expects from them.
The central theme of the song revolves around Biggie's sexual desires and his experiences with women. The song is full of vivid imagery of Biggie's sexual encounters, which makes it easy to infer the type of sexual activity he is engaging in with these women.
The chorus of the song features the repeated phrase "You nasty boy, you nasty," which is a reference to Biggie's sexual prowess and his ability to satisfy women. The lyrics convey a feeling of power, dominance, and satisfaction, and the song's raunchy visuals are perfect for those who enjoy sexually explicit lyrics.
In conclusion, the lyrics of "Nasty Boy" are provocative, graphic, and full of sexual innuendos. Biggie's lyrical genius and storytelling ability come through in the song, which is evident in the many vivid images and storytelling techniques used in the lyrics.
Line by Line Meaning
Come on, yeah come on, yeah
Let's get into it, yeah
Uh, I go, on and on and on and
I can keep going and going and going
Don't take them to the crib unless they bonin'
I only bring girls home if we're going to have sex
Easy, call 'em on the phone and
I can just call them up and they come over
Platinum Chanel cologne and
I'm wearing expensive cologne
I stay, dressed, to impress
I always dress to look good
Spark these bitches interest
I catch these girls' attention
Sex is all I expect
All I want is sex from these girls
If they watch TV in the Lex, they know
If they've been in my car, they know what's up with me
They know, quarter past fo'
They know the time when I left the club
Left the club tipsy, say no mo'
I got drunk and left the club, no need to say more
Except how I'm gettin' home, tomorrow
I just need to figure out how I'm getting home tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O., uh
My friend Caesar will drop you off when he sees his probation officer
Back of my mind I hope she swallow (Uh-huh)
I hope she swallows when we have sex
Man, she split a drink on my cream Wallows
She spilled a drink on my cream-colored sneakers
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
I'm hungry after eating and arriving at the gate
Riffin', she got to be to work by eight
Talking and she has to be at work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin' to wait
She must not want to waste time
Conversate, sex on the first date, I state
Let's talk and have sex on the first date, that's what I say
You know what you do to me
You know how you make me feel
She starts off, "well I don't usually"
She starts by saying she doesn't usually do this
Then I, whipped it out, rubber no doubt
Then I pulled out my penis with a condom already on
Step out, show me what you all about
Get out of the car and show me what you're capable of
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Put your fingers in your mouth and open your shirt
Pull your G-string down south, aow!
Pull your thong down and make an "aow" sound
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
Had sex in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
Next to a Jeep Cherokee and a green convertible
And I don't stop, until I squirt
I won't stop until I ejaculate
Jeans skirt, butt-naked it all work
She can wear a skirt, but it's better if she's completely naked
I remember we, went to Tennessee
I remember when we went to Tennessee
Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone
We got back and I had a bunch of angry messages on my phone
Bitch named Symone
There was a girl named Symone
Screamin', she feenin', for the semen
She was screaming and craving my semen
Me bein', the man that I am
Being the confident man that I am
Took her to her condo, pronto
I took her to her condo quickly
Half Indian, I called her Tonto
She was half Indian and I called her Tonto
Roll the chron'chron' in the dark pronto
We started smoking marijuana as soon as we got there
Few puffs, eyes got low
After a few puffs, our eyes got droopy
And off to the bedroom we go
We went to the bedroom to have sex
Sex is drama, head is trauma
Sex can be dramatic and giving head can be traumatic
Rip pajamas, I'mma stay 'til tomorrow
I ripped off her pajamas and stayed until the next day
Satisfyin' all my needs twice
I made sure all my needs were satisfied twice
With the whipped cream, handcuffs and ice
We used whipped cream, handcuffs and ice
The bitch is nice, word is bond
She's a good girl
Can't wait to put my niggas on, what, what?
I can't wait to tell my friends about her
Ladies, my Mercedes
Girls, check out my Mercedes
Hold fo' in the back, two if you're fat
I can fit four girls in the back, but only two if they're overweight
Keep a gat, for cats that try to test me
I carry a gun for people who want to test me
They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley
They're just fans like Robert DeNiro and Wesley Snipes
Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin' on
Let's check out the girl I'm waiting for
Cartier jeans look like they painted on
She's wearing Cartier jeans that fit her perfectly
Ask P, leave it up to me
Ask my friend P, I always know what to do
Lay her on her back ever so gently
Put her on her back very gently
She like the way the dough fold up, Rolls roll up
She likes the way I fold money and my Rolls Royce
Cristal just throw up, bitch grow up
I drink Cristal champagne, don't be judgemental
Hold up, there's DeGenero
Wait a minute, there's a guy named DeGenero
Dripped out, Iceberg apparel
He's wearing designer clothing from Iceberg
Intro goes without speaking
We know each other so well, we don't need to say anything
Call me Cease 'cause I keep 'em, we can go freakin'
They call me Cease because I always have girls, and we can go partying
All weekend, so, roll in
Come over and let's hang out all weekend
Ain't it good that my Lex keeps foldin? Uhh
Isn't it great that my Lexus keeps making me money?
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: SEAN COMBS, STEVEN A JORDAN, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE
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