Lyrics:
Run up on him he see a motion picture
The Biggest Villain still getting bigger
I do you Nasty like Denzel like when he got slimed out by them Russians
by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get
The oxys the trees the fungus the cane
Young lame in chopping trap house
Zombies all around looking for that white mouse
No spoon at home q tips are fresh
distracting, It's just hard for her to concentrate
Hit her wit' tha Q-tip Had To turn her to my vibrate thang
Yea
Know niggas frontin' actin' like ian a fool
know that you're human?
No fear in my heart for a man or a woman
I said what I said
It went over your head
Do you need a Q-tip?
Hop off of my-
I've never
Shaw and Samantha
Nelson record their part for Find Your Wings
I feel like rap has a timestamp
On it you could listen
To My Cheri Amor by Stevie
Wonder
I been getting it in for a long time had really grind to make it happen
I know how it feel to miss a meal turn to a rabbit for the cabbage
So excuse
better
Now that, now that I found you
Life is, better
Now that, now that I found you
[Q-Tip]
Uh, uh, one step at a time, a man walked on the moon
One
a car and want the shit
Just like a trick I bought the bitch
I'm bout my biz. Executive
No dry cleaners. cin't pressed for shit
No I ain't rich. I'm
Tell me what you say, call me Nasty K, they better pray
Before I grab the uh, and just let it spray right in they face
From around the way, yeah I'm
a pimp, nigga
Cause I'm a pimp
They call me King Q, and who are you
Known for putting it down and making it do what it do
You can fuck with these fables
Strolling down on Mutton Street
The moon is peeping through
Old wives say, young man, you'd better
Watch your P's and Q's
Life is good on Mutton
in these streets
I hit up the city dolo by any means, for the C.R.E.A.M.
Gotta make it bling, head on a sling (yeah)
Reminds me of Diddy back in '96
We play
With gold plated grenades
We play
With gold plated grenades
I'm all up in your ears like a Q tip
I don't mean a q tip I'm mean I'm like
a trap bitch, she got bout four golds
She sell the gas by the Q-P and she cook dough
I got a corporate bitch, she make bout six figures
And she a white
free
Dimes, dubs they all from me
All you ladies are in for free
Here's my number, call for me
Get nasty, get freaky, get wet, now get loose
Get nasty
Dawg is on the scene
I dedicate this to all the MCs outta Queens
That goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P
You need
no job
Pushing in my momma van, stop for gas on Rosecrans
Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did
Guilty by association
I get nasty for niggas who spend
What they make on me
My old hoes
Running backs
They way they running back
I aint staying with no cheater
Nigga this
make you famous
If yo' nigga want beef, treat it like it's angus (bow)
Eat it up
Little bit of dick, get nasty
I gotta tip her (here)
I got a pretty
in the day was "Eric B. for President"
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
don
Shung when I'm forming like voultron of young Raekwon
Mix in a bit of KRS-One and Q-tip
Rock him some of that ice cube, now who's this
No one
don
Shung when I'm forming like voultron of young Raekwon
Mix in a bit of KRS-One and Q-tip
Rock him some of that ice cube, now who's this
No one
five minutes (it was over)
Ain't fuckin for free, so I gave her a fee
Went and bought her a 550 (that's a Benz)
I pull up in the 600 (that's a Maybach)
I
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