Let's Get a Room - Nasty Nardo, Gangsta Boo

Let’s get a room get high and get naked\nL-L-Let's get a room get high and get naked\nNow I’m feelin kinda tipsy off this Cris' that I been gulpin\nPlus I’m gettn drunker off this damn Incredible Hulk-in\nReady for some bonin; shawty, what’s the biz' baby?\nThree in the mornin and the club is closin quick baby\nI don’t wanna sound shady I just wanna get witchu\nand do the butt, naked thang that grown folks do\nIn a hotel room, on a hotel flo'\nIn a hotel bed, this a hotel dough\nwit Nasty, Nardo, pretty boy Capone\nMr. Do-it-to-you-hard, Mr. Do-it-to-you-long\nMr. Back-stayin-strong-when-I'm-swimmin-in-you\nMr. Run-and-tell-ya-friends-how-I-give-it-to-you\n'Cause they want some to, they want a sample of dat!\nMr. Splack-her-belly-when-I'm-breakin-yo-back\nYou tappin out on a mat, I got 'em ringin a bell\nWhen I’m river plungin you in the hotel\nI’m on that 'Yac baby, 'cause I’m a Mack baby\nI ridin chrome and pushin' Cadillacs baby\nI keep a stack baby, 'cause I’m a money hog\nI other words baby, I’ma ball till I fall\nI’m ten toes tall, I posted up bitch (Be-yotch!)\nJust let me know a dope boy’s what you fuckin wit\nWit a fat dick workin wit a lil' sumthin\nlike ya boy Grim said, «Trick I’m tryna bust sumthin!»\nI’m tryna buck sumthin, baby beat that pussy to death\nDown to the last drop, 'til it ain’t nuthin left\nTo give ya whatcha ain’t felt, from that boy at home\nBoo I’m crackin headboards while you holla and moan\nNasty Nardo, Mr. Buckwild\nMr. Break-ya-back-when-we-in-the buck style\nMr. Pow-wow, Mr. Bang bang\nMr. Won’t-stop-when-you-screamin-my-name\nNow baby, what' the SCOOOOOO'? (Now baby, what' the SCOOOOOO'?)\nIf you goin, let’s GOOOOOOOO (If you goin, let’s GOOOOOOOO)\nI got a sack fulla DROOOOOOOO (I got a sack fulla DROOOOOOOO)\nThat we could smoke 'til we CHOOOOOOOKE (That we could smoke 'til we\nCHOOOOOOOKE)\nI’m talkin all night LOOOOOONG (I'm talkin all night LOOOOOONG)\n'Til we see the sun a-gaaaain ('Til we see the sun a-gaaaain)\nMe, you, and yo FRIEEENDS (Me, you, and yo FRIEEENDS)\nY’all broads know the BIIIIIIZ (Y'all broads know the BIIIIIIZ)\nYou know the biz when the playa go and buy you a drink\nYou know the biz when the playa layin back in the seat\nYou know the biz when I’m touchin you and just won’t stop\nYou know the biz when a playa grabbin you on the crotch\nYou know the biz when I’m rubbin you, all on yo tits\nYou know the biz when I’m tounge-kissin you on yo lips\nYou know the biz when I’m sweatin like it’s hotter than hell\nYou know the biz when I’m pullin up, in a hotel