| Girl 1: Oh cutie got it goin’ON!
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| Girl 2: Cute? |
| What? |
| That dirty motherfucker?
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| Girl 1: You buggin'!
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| Girl 2: Ain’t no buggin', he’s some ugly motherfucker.
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| Girl 1: You buggin', no -- look at his disposition, shorty gotta stride!
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| Girl 2: What stride? |
| Ugly motherfucker, he ain’t shit.
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| Girl 1: See, that’s my plate, brother may kill me like that.
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| Girl 2: You got mad sour flavor on shorty, cuz that ain’t shit at all…
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| Girl 1: I’m -- yo G, I don’t think he realizes it. |
| Look at him!
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| Girl 2: Look at what? |
| Dirty motherfucker, he ain’t shit.
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| Girl 1: Hahaha, you don’t see what I see, B.
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| Girl 2: I don’t see nothing, you ain’t blind, sisso.
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| Girl 1: True, true. |
| Just look at him, just look at his disposition!
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| Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard
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| Approach the school nine thirty, you’re late
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| This time happy the solution was my date.
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| Get in your class, walk to your chair
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| pop is all you see and then occasionally stare
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| At the teacher, more, tune in to we’re clocking ya.
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| Lean back at this girl kept clockin’ya hood
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| Simulated from a blonde,
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| tell the young girl «Baby, you’re the one I want.»
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| She doesn’t respond, pretends to ignore
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| so you say to yourself, it be her old and sore mentally
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| pitchin’lies, the aim on the board as hot and wild pussy
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| you cannot afford this
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| Oooh, what slim and trim was my inner friend
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| Dear, quietly I want him to know my boots,
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| to rap out loose in my class,
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| but I kept sayin’the size of my dick and that ass.
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| So I turned around to arrange a date.
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| Swinging episode, baby number one’s gotta say it She popped a gum, cold twist to come
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| I said «Baby, how you feel?»
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| She said «Sure»
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| Then I said «sure», I just found my thrill
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| wear it in the classroom, know I’m Blueberry Hill
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| Cause what I said just bottled her hate.
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| She put her face on the chest, this is what the bitch said:
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| «Because of you I aint hurting, but then my within my heart
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| Cause no, I’m not right to be flirtin, but our relationship has to start.
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| You’re the one that I’m clocking, stop or you could stop mockin'
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| Don’t want you to see me cry, this is why, this is why, this is why!»
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| Verse Two: Killah Priest
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| I met a girl named Chandra, from way down yonder
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| The apple of my eye had a Snapple and some fries
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| Forgot the catsup, thats when I pressed up
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| «I've been watching you mowing your lawn»
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| The thoughts were flowin, while I’m holding the palm
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| «Hey whats that on your menu?», from there we continued
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| And talk about this and that we chit and chat
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| Sipped on the Coke then I stroked the back
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| As she giggled and I wiggled to the bra
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| She said «nah!», that’s when I noticed her pah
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| Big Tank, who did nothing but the spank
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| at parties, drink Bacardi and didn’t think
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| Just act silly, with his brother Willy
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| another hillbilly gettin ill with the Philly
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| and moonshine, but it’s a new time of day
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| on the stoop doing the Patty Duke
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| OK, it’s like that old flip flaps through the shower caps
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| The platform shoes to Apple Jacks
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| Chub chub!
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| Interlude: Ol Dirty Bastard
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| Yo, you niggaz, niggaz be actin like
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| they be lovin them, them them fancy bitches
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| I, I likes me a nasty bitch
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| Bitch that’s willing to do anything at any given time
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| Bitch gotta be nasty cuz I’m a nasty nigga
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| I do anything baby, I wouldn’t give a fuck what it was
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| I’ll, ah, anything — I’m a nasty motherfucker girl
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| Verse Three: Ol Dirty Bastard
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| I’m just sittin’right, in my class at a quarter to ten right?
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| Waiting patiently for the class to begin right?
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| Teacher says «open up your texts, you! |
| read the first paragraph on oral sex!»
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| I said «Oral sex!, what kind of class is this?!»
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| Yo, next to me said «whats wrong with you man?, this is a lesson that
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| makes you feel fine, kinda ease your nerves and relax your mind!»
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| I said «Don't try to use no hypnotic spell!»
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| She said «Be my assistant, I’d show rather tell!»
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| My knees buckled heart started to drop
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| my dick grew to a size that my nerve couldnt stop
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| I tried to run! |
| She yelled out «freeze!»
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| Pulled down my draws, dropped to her knees
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| Ripped of my draws as if she had claws
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| broke the rules that defined sex laws
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| She responded quick, with a slick, welcoming kiss and a ice cream lick
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| Oooh I begged, I begged, «Easy on my balls, they’re fragile as eggs.»
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| Part 2 coming up… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't U Know , by - Ol' Dirty Bastard. Song from the album Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп