Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't You Know, artist - Heavy D. & The Boyz. Album song Living Large, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1986
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
Don't You Know |
| This one definitely goes out on a censorship tip |
| So everybody sit back, relax and have a champagne sip |
| We gonna teach these people out there who are |
| Against saying what we want to say the right way |
| Y’know what I’m saying, so what we’re gonna do Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man |
| DJ Pete Rock, prducer extrodinaire, yo Pete Rock |
| Make it clear |
| I can flex, bend, lend a pen to a friend |
| Keep a party pimping from now to then |
| I don’t have to swear, curse or juggle |
| Lyrics in the verse to make a party bubble |
| So mister Censorship, tell me, what’s your problem |
| There’s girlies on the corner, and phifey can’t solve 'em |
| How did she say it, I’m curious G DOes she say honey love me, or baby baby, funny |
| Anyway, we say what we wanna say |
| Play how we wanna play, feels good that way |
| So G Rap, huh, it’s time to kick a verse |
| Do your man a favor and don’t curse |
| You’re telling me don’t curse on a verse, they did it worse |
| First I put a curse on every verse |
| I kind of got outrageous |
| Check it, even made a record on how I’m doing on the B-I-T-C-Hes |
| Drop some verses for the bust |
| Every word that you heard is cause I didn’t give a f-, aw shucks |
| Hey yo, I almost forgot |
| The curse is a plot but it’s getting kinda hot |
| So I’ma let profanity retire, hey |
| But if worse comes to worse, I’ll cut you out like Richard Pryor |
| So Grand Puba, kick a verse |
| But do your man a favor and don’t curse |
| Don’t curse bust it I won’t curse, I’ll take a famous curse word and just say kcuf |
| Kcuf flipped around the other way means ha Boy when I do, I see, I can’t get stuck |
| Jump on the mic then I earn a quick buck |
| Buck meaning loot, then I grab some boots |
| And set wit my troops |
| For those who can’t follow and got stuck |
| Kcuf flipped the other way means ahem, hem hem |
| It’s just a curse, I freaked a nurse in a hearse |
| But I made sure I had my hat first |
| CL Smooth, it’s time to kick a verse |
| God cypher the rhyme, you can’t curse |
| Go ahead ask me, when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope |
| Grab you by your hand, wash you’re mouth out wit soap |
| Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo |
| Scooping on the skinz in the church from your bingo |
| Sounds of the Mecca, dark fresh from the tailor |
| Because they made a movie when he cuss like a sailor |
| Better yet, dialect dirty like a subway |
| Freaking for your loot, here to make it go the other way |
| In a vocabulary scrimage |
| But cursing in my village ain’t good for my image |
| So Big Daddy, you know it’s time to kick a verse |
| But do your man a favor, don’t curse |
| Uhn, the smooth rap inventor that enter |
| Parental discretion’s not advised so there’s no need to censor |
| Kiss on, peep it, but you want to beep it, what |
| I feel like slapping a sticker on ya (chill chill, see) but |
| Too magical rhymes are too tragical |
| For any source to stop Kane from getting capital |
| If I thought sticking me was dissing me Man, don’t you know that this would be worse than Stephen King’s Misery |
| So clean all profanity, stealing all the man to be Rocking any microphone you’re handing me So Heavy D, i’m about to disperse |
| So kick another verse and don’t forget not to curse |
| (Heavy D talks) |
| God Bless but I can’t mess around wit the curses |
| So I’m a kick verses or a verse |
| Soul brother #1 here to kick facts |
| Smoke the microphone and produce crazy tracks |
| Your my bad bro, let’s start the flow |
| I’m a kick rhymes till it’s time for me to go |
| I can’t curse cause Heavy D said so Now I’m a get back to the subject |
| Get wreck, if you think I’m bluffing, just check |
| Wit the crew, Pete Rock and CL Smooth very down to earth |
| And we didn’t have to curse |
| Yea, yea the Abstract poet Q-tip of a Tribe Called Quest |
| Here to wreck, y’knowhatI’msayin |
| Got my man Pete Rock and my man Heavy D in the house |
| And we’re definitley chilling on the lifted tip |
| So bust the spit out, aha |
| Flim flam flim, lick my big black stuff |
| Plus I kick a curse to be rough enuff |
| You can put the sticker where the sun don’t shine |
| So back off and let me get mine |
| Visions in my head when it’s dealing wit hits |
| If I had 4 girls then I lick 8 its |
| Wait, don’t wanna hear no drama |
| Cause the bum didaly Heav is a fav of my mama’s |
| So i blew out get mad lifted |
| Don’t have to say up the show that I’m gifted |
| God bless me 'cause I reach my 21st |
| Heavy D, don’t drop a curse |
| Peace, peace, peace to the preacher |
| I’m talking about a verse without a curse that’s how I reach ya I can rock a party without a swear or a harsh verb |
| Backwards, no curse words, Heavy D prefers |
| So swing, swing to the Soul bequiem rhythm |
| Before I say goodbye, let me tell ya how I hit 'em |
| CL, Pete Rock, G Rap, Maxwell |
| Big Daddy, Q-Tip and ah me as well |
| Time to say peace, thank Pete for the beats |
| This funky beat was made for the street |
| Notice how clean that we kept every verse |
| But if worst came to worst (We all say a curse) |
| (Free Slick Rick…) |