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Nasty Ain't It
2,120
Hip-Hop/Rap
Nasty Ain't It was released on April 3, 2007 by Below System Records as a part of the album Carte Blanche (Deluxe Edition)
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Release DateApril 3, 2007
LabelBelow System Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

"Nasty ain't it?"
"Brand new shit with the blend"
("Dilla Dilla beats beats beats...")
("Dilla Dilla beats beats beats...")
Yeah...
Yo – between the hoe scene and drug money drama that my soul seen...
Lookin' through a old screen while we roll green
Drink shots, represent, Peppermint Peach Schnapps
Think plot through the ink spots to get a mink fox daily
Who the fly ****? Bet they say me
Blaze crazy and bring it like Phoenix, AZ
The poetic gon' set it, don't sweat it
Hittin' hoes 'til they toes standin' bow-legged
Phat Kat, Ronnie Cash, got a John Gotti stash
Put you in a body cast from a shotty blast
Real talk, shed light on you when the steel spark
Got the brand new wheels parked while you still walk
Spill thoughts, you dumb **** make me feel smart
"Bump this in your ride, so you can ride
Get all the fine ladies inside...
I see ya doin' it, y'all
C'mon, yup, you doin it, y'all..."
"Yo! Yo, they ready to grip
The whole crew gets down, they ain't ready for this"
Uh... kind of amaze', Polo hat, settin' my waves
The gat is ablaze, the strays like rats in a maze
I'm known as a threat, blowin' homegrown in the jet
Waitin' for the phone to connect from Rome to Tibet
Stoned as beget, sure as the set
In the zone, thrown off Petron or Moet, you ownin' a Beck's
("Hey...!")
And it's all real, this is what you call skills
A man with his thoughts steel like in Smallville
Turn it up, bang it 'til your walls peeled
A window cracked, I'm blacked off an indo sack
I wreak havoc, speak static, my shirt is a unique fabric
This is mink rabbit fur on the physique, faggots!
Chinchilla, give money to my Benz dealer
With opinioned friends funnier than Ben Stiller
I murder the track, no turnin' me back
I burn like the perm on The Mack 'til the currency's stacked – ****!
"Bump this in your ride, so you can ride
Get all the fine ladies inside...
I see ya doin' it, y'all
C'mon, yup, you doin it, y'all..."
"Uh! Yo! Yo, they ready to grip
The whole crew gets down, they ain't ready for this"
"Yo! Yo, they ready to grip
The whole crew gets down, they ain't ready for this"
"Yo! Yo, they ready to grip
The whole crew gets down, they ain't ready for this"
"Good evening, gentlemen
My name is HAL9000
I became optional in 1992 in Havana, Illinois January 12th
My maker taught me a song. Would you like to hear it?
'Yes, HAL – sing it'..."
Written by: J Dilla, Phat Kat
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