ol dirty bastard - don't u know lyrics
girl 1: oh cutie got it goin’ on!
girl 2: cute? what? that dirty motherf-cker?
girl 1: you buggin’!
girl 2: ain’t no buggin’, he’s some ugly motherf-cker.
girl 1: you buggin’, no — look at his disposition, shorty gotta stride!
girl 2: what stride? ugly motherf-cker, he ain’t sh-t.
girl 1: see, that’s my plate, brother may kill me like that.
girl 2: you got mad sour flavor on shorty, ’cause that ain’t sh-t at all…
girl 1: i’m — yo g, i don’t think he realizes it. look at him!
girl 2: look at what? dirty motherf-cker, he ain’t sh-t.
girl 1: hahaha, you don’t see what i see, b.
girl 2: i don’t see nothing, you ain’t blind, sisso.
girl 1: true, true. just look at him, just look at his disposition!
verse one: ol dirty b-st-rd
approach the school nine thirty, you’re late
this time happy the solution was my date.
get in your cl-ss, walk to your chair
pop is all you see and then occasionally stare
at the teacher, more, tune in to we’re clocking ya.
lean back at this girl kept clockin’ ya hood
simulated from a [sensimilia] blonde,
tell the young girl “baby, you’re the one i want.”
she doesn’t respond, pretends to ignore
so you say to yourself, it be her old and sore mentally
pitchin’ lies, the aim on the board as hot and wild p-ssy
you cannot afford this
oooh, what slim and trim was my inner friend
dear, quietly i want him to know my boots,
to rap out loose in my cl-ss,
but i kept sayin’ the size of my d-ck and that -ss.
so i turned around to arrange a date.
swinging episode, baby number one’s gotta say it
she popped a gum, cold twist to come
i said “baby, how you feel?”
she said “sure”
then i said “sure”, i just found my thrill
wear it in the cl-ssroom, know i’m blueberry hill
cause what i said just bottled her hate.
she put her face on the chest, this is what the b-tch said:
“because of you i aint hurting, but then my within my heart
cause no, i’m not right to be flirtin, but our relationship has to start.
you’re the one that i’m clocking, stop or you could stop mockin’
don’t want you to see me cry, this is why, this is why, this is why!”
verse two: killah priest
i met a girl named chandra, from way down yonder
the apple of my eye had a snapple and some fries
forgot the catsup, that’s when i pressed up
“i’ve been watching you mowing your lawn”
the thoughts were flowin, while i’m holding the palm
“hey what’s that on your menu?”, from there we continued
and talk about this and that we chit and chat
sipped on the c-ke then i stroked the back
as she giggled and i wiggled to the bra
she said “nah!”, that’s when i noticed her pah
big tank, who did nothing but the spank
at parties, drink bacardi and didn’t think
just act silly, with his brother w-lly
another hillbilly gettin i’ll with the philly
and moonshine, but it’s a new time of day
on the stoop doing the patty duke
ok, it’s like that old flip flaps through the shower caps
the platform shoes to apple jacks
chub chub!!
interlude: ol dirty b-st-rd
yo, you n-gg-z, n-gg-z be actin like
they be lovin them, them them fancy b-tches
i, i likes me a nasty b-tch
b-tch that’s willing to do anything at any given time
b-tch gotta be nasty ’cause i’m a nasty n-gg-
i do anything baby, i wouldn’t give a f-ck what it was
i’ll, ah, anything – i’m a nasty motherf-cker girl
verse three: ol dirty b-st-rd
i’m just sittin’ right, in my cl-ss at a quarter to ten right?
waiting patiently for the cl-ss to begin right?
teacher says “open up your texts, you! read the first paragraph on
oral s-x!”
i said “oral s-x!, what kind of cl-ss is this?!”
yo, next to me said “what’s wrong with you man?, this is a lesson that
makes you feel fine, kinda ease your nerves and relax your mind!”
i said “don’t try to use no hypnotic spell!”
she said “be my -ssistant, i’d show rather tell!”
my knees buckled heart started to drop
my d-ck grew to a size that my nerve couldnt stop
i tried to run! she yelled out “freeze!”
pulled down my draws, dropped to her knees
ripped of my draws as if she had claws
broke the rules that defined s-x laws
she responded quick, with a slick, welcoming kiss and a ice cream lick
oooh i begged, i begged, “easy on my b-lls, they’re fragile as eggs.”
part 2 coming up…
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