Chords for The Notorious B.I.G. Nasty Boy

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I remember I met this one bitch
Know me.
I don't say I'm the nasty motherfucker.
I just thought I thought I didn't do [B] anything in the world
I miss this one bitch.
I comes up in the spot
Or whatever the bitch got the candles lit or whatever
She telling me whatever she want to get [B] a freak on or whatever so I'm like what's [Bm] up?
What you want?
I'm wearing a wear it out or whatever
The bitch told me she wanted me to shit on her.
I'm like _ I might shit on you after I hit her I won't call you no more shit on you like that
Talk about though she want me to cock over her
And shit on her stomach
I said bitch what the fuck
_ What the fuck I'm supposed to do after I shit on her I'm supposed to hit her after that
This is wilding out so boy after I shit on the bitch right
I [B] said bitch what the fuck
What the fuck I said
I said to the bitch the bitch
You know I said
Oh [N] shit _ _ _ _ _ _
Come [Bm] on
Come _ on Come on Come on
_ Come on Come on _
_ _ _ Come on Come on
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I go on and on and on and go take them to the crib and let them bone in, easy, call
them on the phone and fat from Chanel cologne in.
I stay dressed to impress, spark these bitches' interest, sex is on, I expect that they watch
TV and the lex, they know, they know, quarter past four, let the club fix me, say no more,
except how I'm getting home tomorrow, Caesar drops it off when he sees a CEO, [F#] back of my
mind I hope she swallows, [B] man she's killed the dreams of my three wallows, reach the
gate, hungry just ate, but then she got the beat to work blockade, this must mean she
ain't trying to wait, I'm the same, sex on the first date, I stay, you know what you
do to me, these fucks talk, well I don't usually, than I, whip it out, rubber no doubt, step
back, show [F#] me what you all about, [G#m] fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse, [B] pull your
jeans spring down [F#] south, [B] do that back out, in the parking lot, buy a color key and a
clean drop top, and I don't slide, until I squirt, jeans skirt, what neck it, it all _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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I remember we went to Tennessee, [B] when we came home, mad messages was on my phone,
bitch named Simone, screaming, she fiending, for the semen, [E] me being, the man that I am,
[B] took it to her, Arno, Arto, and [F#] Indy, I called the [B] cargo, roll across lawn in the dark, Arto,
[F#] a few puffs, eyes got low, and [B] off to the bedroom we go, I'm [F#] just like the drummer,
head trauma, ripped the jock, gotta stay till tomorrow, satisfying all my needs twice,
with some whipped cream, handcuffs, and ice, the bitch is nice, broke the balls, can't wait
to put my niggas on, what, [F#] what,
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_ [C] _ my Mercedes, old four in the back, two of the set, people get,
try to test me, [C#] they just think like [B] De Niro, Leslie, [C#] the bitch I'm building [B] on,
Gaudier jeans look like they painted on, ask me, leave it up to me,
lay it on her back, ever [F#] so gently, [B] she like the way the dough fold up,
rolls roll [B] up, push down, push throw up, you can grow up, hold up, this day's Chanel,
roll, high flip, depth, iceberg, barrel, get your goat without speaking,
call me C's, cause I keep rolling, we could go freaking, all weekend,
so rolling, ain't it good, that one left, sleep, fold in,
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