(Everybody reach, reach to the top)
(Everybody reach, reach to the top)
(Everybody reach, reach to the top)
Get nasty
(Everybody reach, reach to the top)
(Everybody reach, reach to the top)
Get nasty
(Everybody reach, reach to the top)
Nas-t boy number 1
And he needs a bassline (drums)
Let the beat hit me
And I'm flowin' like the Mississippi (river)
I'm a lyrical monster
You jump and I'll stomp the (floor)
Hip-house with a new twist
I give joy like a choco-bliss
This beat is a classic
So party people, just ask
If the DJ can pump up his (jam)
Females, just grab a (man)
Get on the floor, I get looser
I hit a note just like (luther) vandross
Let's give a toast
To the MC's that rock the most
With twilight, jay love and kid smurf
The nas-t boyz are on hip-house turf
So get nasty (get nasty)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get nasty (get nasty)
(The nas-t boyz are getting nasty)
Get nasty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get nasty (get nasty)
Nas-t boy number 2 spells
J-a-y l-o-v-e (the master)
I rock the microphone as the beat starts to flow
And you start to sweat, who are we?
(The nas-t boyz in effect)
Clutch the mic and start my vocal track
Stand back, I rock the house with rap
All the females, come on and get nasty
(Pass the mic, jay love, 'cause we know you're hype)
Chill, I ain't done yet
I wanna move the crowd and make 'em sweat
You know your temperature's risin' fast
I don't really think you can last
If you set and ready, grab a girl
(Sit her on your lap) rock her world
Now she's hooked and she can't break free
J-a-y l-o-v-e is gettin' nasty
Get nasty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get nasty (get nasty)
(The nas-t boyz are getting nasty)
Get nasty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get nasty (get nasty)
And, yo, fellas, it's time to get nasty
(Everybody reach, everybody reach)
(Everybody, everybody reach, everybody reach)
(Everybody, everybody reach, everybody reach)
(Everybody, everybody reach, reach to the top)
I'm nas-t boy number 3
And we're on the (move)
It's just something that we had to do
Ready to hit the tempo with an attitude
Onna roll records, they're updated
Some thought they wouldn't make it (they made it)
My words will enter the mic at a rate
One by one as I ease into a state of rap hypnosis
Twilight wrote this rhyme, listen up clear as I quote
It's time to get down to this hip-house sound
The beat's so smooth it covers much ground
It's a lyrical concept that'll give you a chance
You got ants in your pants so prance on a romance
Homeboys (dance) don't blow it
You'll be surprised before you even know it
You'll be on the floor beggin' for more
Hopin' to score
I'm dope, so get on the dance floor and get nasty
Get nasty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get nasty (get nasty)
(The nas-t boyz are getting nasty)
Get nasty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get nasty (get nasty)
(The nas-t boyz are getting nasty)
Get nasty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get nasty (get nasty)
(The nas-t boyz are getting nasty)
Get nasty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get nasty (get nasty)
(The nas-t boyz are getting nasty)
Yo, fellas, we outta here
See ya
