[00:01.30] [Jay-Z] [00:04.93] That's right, papa, that's right [00:05.54] How we do, yeah, Ill Na Na [00:07.76] Uh huh, uh, come on... [00:12.09] [Foxy] [00:12.58] What up pop, brace yourself as I ride on top [00:14.10] Close your eyes as you ride, right out your socks [00:16.59] Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel [00:18.96] Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle [00:21.64] Nasty-girl don't pass me the world [00:23.59] I push to be not the backseat girl [00:25.79] Don't deep throat the C-note she float [00:27.93] Murder she wrote, and keeps the heat close [00:30.30] Firm nigga, we 'posed to be the illest on three coasts [00:33.17] Familia, bigga than Icos [00:35.20] Y'all, Danny DeVitoes, small niggaz [00:36.78] All I see is the penny heaters, that's all niggaz [00:39.49] No shark in this year raise it bigga [00:41.64] Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up [00:43.90] And take notice, Na Na take over [00:46.31] Y'all take quotas, to hit papa [00:47.79] Chorus: Jay-Z [00:48.31] Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits [00:50.42] Now tell me, how nasty can you get [00:52.60] All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods [00:54.93] It's ripped, one thing for sure -- I'll be good [00:57.55] (Repeat 2X) [01:06.80] FOXY: I'm 2 Live, Nasty As I Wanna Be [01:08.62] JAY-Z: Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me [01:12.42] 'Fore I take you there and tear your back out [01:13.65] FOXY: That shit ain't happened since The Mack was out [01:15.52] [Foxy] [01:16.56] Uhh, rollin for Lana, dripped in Gabbana [01:18.00] Nineties style, you find a style [01:20.09] Right away it's the fit, wanna taste the shit [01:21.45] Put me on a bass, and throw your face in it, fucker [01:24.98] Na Na, y'all can't touch her [01:27.09] My sex drive all night like a trucker [01:29.35] Let alone the skills I posess [01:31.54] And y'all gon' see by these mil's I posess [01:33.94] Never settle for less, I'm in excess [01:35.94] Not inexpensive DVS [01:38.34] To the two, that's just the way I'm built [01:40.48] Nasty -- what, classy, still [01:42.14] Chorus [02:00.71] [Jay-Z] [02:01.17] Well you can hoe what I got, roll with the rock [02:03.02] The fella Capo in the candy apple drop [02:05.52] Will tears fall to your ears if I don't stop [02:07.64] Can ya throw it like a quarterback, third in the lot? [02:09.66] [Foxy] [02:09.97] Dig me, I get you locked like Biggie, wit Irv in the spot [02:12.79] Word middie, the cop 'n biddie [02:14.68] Uhh, I'm the bomdigi, punana [02:16.63] Sexy brown thing, uh, Madon' y'all [02:19.22] Make em turn over from the full-court pressure [02:21.58] To undress ya and shit all over your asses [02:23.88] I ain't playin knockin out at the Williams [02:26.00] I'm sayin, what's the sense in delayin [02:28.31] I'm tryin to run G from the P to the A.M. [02:30.67] I saw your little thing now I'm swayin, OK'in [02:32.83] (Ahh, shit... uh, uh) [02:36.26] Chorus [02:56.52]