[00:00.00] 作曲 : Salaam Remi/Nasir Jones[00:00.00]Nasty[00:02.92][00:13.55]Word[00:14.84]Got some Remy Martin, some good-ass cigars[00:16.86]Check it out[00:17.56][00:17.79]Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend wit’ diesel in his needle[00:21.39]Queen bitch supreme, no equal, I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel[00:24.55]To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke purp, and heal the people[00:27.96]Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered[00:30.35]Count how many bad honeys I slut, it’s a high number[00:32.87]Name a bitch under the same sky that I’m under[00:34.65]Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder[00:36.86]Eyes flutter as love when Nas pops up[00:39.19]Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin’[00:40.93]The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars[00:44.34]Drop moves, drop clothes[00:46.23]Louis the XIII freaks, women nice size[00:48.54]I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous[00:50.82]It ain’t my fault, semiautomatic weapons[00:52.92]I brought the world “Crazy,” I’m rich and I’m girl-crazy[00:55.52]**** ‘em, convince ‘em all to praise me[00:58.16]They ideology is confusion, I lose ‘em[01:00.04]Mother****ers wanna see, who hate me? My gun off safety[01:02.03]Since a Tunnel escape key, my jewelry in HD[01:04.32][01:09.29]Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades[01:11.38]I’m not in the winters of my life or the beginner stage, I am the dragon[01:14.05]Maserati, pumpin’ Biggie, the great legend[01:16.18]Blastin’, I’m after the actress who played Faith Evans[01:18.54]My little Jackie Onassis, dig?[01:20.30]I’m so high, I never land like Mike Jackson’s crib[01:22.47]Best on .45, still crack ya rib sacrilege[01:24.80]When lids talk trash about the nasty kid[01:27.28]Past nasty now, I’m gross and repulsive[01:29.48]Talk money, is you jokin’? Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa[01:32.17]In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket[01:34.16]On the floors, ceiling, the safe, mother****er[01:36.39]I got all you envy, but don’t offend[01:37.89]I’m skinny, but still I’m too big for a Bentley[01:39.40]You are your car, what could represent?[01:41.19]Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly[01:43.09]Must design me somethin’ Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the ’90s[01:46.22]Drug dealer call, rush to the bar[01:48.27]Move, bitches, we don’t give a **** who you are[01:50.41]Black card heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims[01:53.01]Pretty women see them them saggin’[01:54.73]Bet a hundred stacks, niggas’ll run it back[01:57.04]Just havin’ fun, I ain’t even begun to black[01:59.24]Light another blunt in fact[02:00.81][02:08.59](Nasty)[02:10.72]Nasty kid[02:12.83](Nasty)[02:13.94]Yeah[02:14.74](Nasty)[02:15.76]The kid[02:17.65]Nasty kid[02:21.17][02:23.21]For the hustlers, thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it[02:25.55]Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin’, sayin’ “It was Nas I used to hustle wit’”[02:28.98]I display fa*******ons while my lungs engage hashes, guns on my waist past his[02:32.10]Since I’m cakin’ up, put funds in my safe, laughin’[02:34.46]And joining the niggas passin’ you niggas was straight assin’[02:36.56]Excuse the vulgarity, I’m still not fully adjusted[02:39.03]Or used to the new fans hearin’ me spit rapidly[02:41.28]I never see the whips niggas be claimin’ they drivin’[02:43.62]I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin’[02:45.53]Fake it ’til you make it, I’ve driven those toys[02:48.19]Been in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin’ in doors[02:50.56]For my deen niggas, your flow cheap as limousine liquor[02:53.25]I’m no fake rap CD listener, sit back and roll a mean swisher[02:56.49]For my Gs, tell these clowns make room for the king, nigga[03:00.79]