-Intro: Method Man:



Uh.. that's right, oh yeah

Back with some nasty shit, right there

Nasty, nasty, girl, nasty girl, baby come on
Think you a nasty girl, yea



-verse1: Method Man:



Pretty young thing like to bone

And she hate to spend her nights alone, baby doll you in the zone

Why not call me on the phone, and invite me home

Come on, now, baby, come on-on

Know what I mean, take a real queen to fuck with me

Trustin' me, and give it up for free

Next time, feel free to hit me up, anything you wanna puff a tree

Come on, now, baby, come on-on

We'll shake me up, stop stallin', what you waitin' for?

You know we both ain't got no place to go

So roll it up, and lay low

Everytime I say, yes, baby, you say no

Come on, now, baby, come on-on

Now-now, now-now-now, you don't have to stay

It's ok, there's the dough, you can walk away, why make we wait

Til tomorrow, when you can break me off today

Come on, now, baby, come on-on



-Chorus: Kardinal Offishall:



Yeah! Gal dem we love, and gal we need

She crush up me things and light me weed

We see dem shotgun, and watch me speed

Me need a pringy one or pon we need it

Gal dem we *ugh*, and gal we screw

When we need the girl, up one night po' half me crew

And lick on my collection, and what to do

Me need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh!



-verse2: Method Man:



I won't lie, I love P-U-S-S-Y, (why?)

Cuz I never let it walk on by, or any slice of the american pie

Come on, now, baby, come on-on

Girlfriend, you know it's half past two A.M

You got a friend, but you ain't really trynna fuck with him

Aight, then, hit up Batty, I'll gladly come and tuck you in

Come on, now, baby, come on-on

Scream at your frog, all's fair, love & basketball

She remind me of this chick that used to fuck with Dirty Bastard, ya'll

Heard that she could suck a ball through a plastic straw

Come on, now, baby, come on-on

Know what I'm sayin', kid, she get it poppin' off and half the time

A little, candlelight, a little glass of wine

I'm thinkin', another drink and that ass is mine

Come on, now, baby, come on-on



-Chorus



-verse3: Method Man:



If you girl come knockin' at my door, it's my duty

To give her what she came here for

I'm try'nna knock it down, but I ain't try'nna claim that dough

Come on, now, baby, come on-on

That's what's up, start the fire, Buddha, light things up

The only nigga puttin' ends on some rims for his ice cream truck

Pick a flavor, I'll come and scoop your whole team up

Come on, now, baby, come on-on

That's how it be, don't trip, but girl you put a hurtin' on me

Oh shit, hope other chicks don't take it personally

But ma, you killin' her, murder in the first degree

Come on, now, baby, come on-on

Okay, okay, can the ladies come out and play with Mr. Meth

I ain't trynna take you out your way

Why break me off tomorrow, when you can break me off today

Come on, now...



-Chorus



-Outro: Method Man:

Me need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Big up to, super producer, Fafu, one love to Kardinal Offishall

And the whole T-Dot, oh!