Yeah, yeah, yeah (28!) It's time! Who is it? McNasty and niggas from the block to the bar For the rimmy on the rocks D-I we V-I-P, straight to the back B-I-T, C-I-G, shake for the stacks I place with the kick with the case to the black One straight to the face with an ace to the jack Let it pass 'round to my mansion and we drink up Chinked up off gans and Rémy, UH! Get the hand, get the gin, get the crisp served Get the pen, get the yens, get the picture One to the two, gun to the shoot Cake boys in the club with funds through the roof We got chips and clips with the grips Sick with the whips, with the flip, with the fifh Uh, what did Tip say sub ups sub ups Alright, alright, gimmie the hook, the hook Party people, yeah! To all my Detroit players, say we f'd up! To all my women in the club, say we f'd up! And if you're sipping on some, say we f'd up! They didn't know what the crook say, we f'd up! (All my live niggas hit up at your door, let's go) (Front to the back door, say) We f'd up! (Chicago, Philly, San Diego) We f'd up! (Brooklyn, Saint Louis, ATL, go!)We f'd up! It's going down in here, my nigga pass the liquor We get f'd up, we get asses quicker Cause it's, D hard macking girls regardless Get 'em all f'd up since shakes the hardest McNasty way, baby, that's what's up And I'm looking way gangsta with my plastic cup With the Rémy in my left hand, bottles speak out plenty Fat booty, f'd up chicks, we got many! Frank Dank and Dilla, nigga, that's what's up! We get live in the club and you all know (We f'd up!) f'd up beyond all recognition Tryna get this light skinned thang in position And I'mma keep it gangsta like I'm Tony Soprano I'mma hit that thang gangsta have a singing soprano You can call me Busta-Bus as I pass the Courvoisier And now with some mustard I loosen her bustier You know Frank Nitty said take them clothes off Mo by the case, no white, Mowett dark And who got a light, it's time to spark Smoke a doobie with a cutie grab a booty in the dark right That's how we do it, it's McNasty! And when we get f'd up we get nasty! Hey! To all my Detroit players, say we f'd up! To all my women in the club, say we f'd up! And if you're sipping on some, say we f'd up! They didn't know what the crook say, we f'd up! (All my live niggas hit up at your door, let's go) (Front to the back door, say) We f'd up! (LA, Japan, and DC, go!) We f'd up! (Bay Area, Compton, NC, go!) We f'd up! Uh! Frank-N-Dank! Uh! Dilla dog! Uh! Hut one! Hut two! Hut!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
