Don't You Know Lyrics
| Song | Don't You Know |
| Artist | Ol' Dirty Bastard |
| Album | Return to the 36 Chambers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Girl 1：Oh cutie got it goin' ON! | |
| Girl 2：Cute? What? That dirty mother*******? | |
| Girl 1：You buggin'! | |
| Girl 2：Ain't no buggin', he's some ugly mother*******. | |
| Girl 1：You buggin', no -- look at his disposition, shorty gotta stride! | |
| Girl 2: What stride? Ugly mother*******, he ain't ************t. | |
| Girl 1: See, that's my plate, brother may kill me like that. | |
| Girl 2: You got mad sour flavor on shorty, cuz that ain't ************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 mother*******, he ain't ************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 Bastard | |
| Approach the school nine thirty, you're late | |
| This time happy the solution was my date. | |
| Get in your class, 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 ************ | |
| 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 class, | |
| but I kept sayin' the size of my ************ and that ass. | |
| 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 classroom, know I'm Blueberry Hill | |
| Cause what I said just bottled her hate. | |
| She put her face on the chest, this is what the ************ said: | |
| "Because of you I aint hurting, but then my within my heart | |
| Cause no, I'm not right to be flirtin, but our relation************p 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, thats when I pressed up | |
| "I've been watching you mowing your lawn" | |
| The thoughts were flowin, while I'm holding the palm | |
| "Hey whats that on your menu?", from there we continued | |
| And talk about this and that we chit and chat | |
| Sipped on the Coke 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 Willy | |
| another hillbilly gettin ill with the Philly | |
| and moon************ne, 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 Bastard | |
| Yo, you *******z, *******z be actin like | |
| they be lovin them, them them fancy ******* | |
| I, I likes me a nasty ************ | |
| ************ that's willing to do anything at any given time | |
| ************ gotta be nasty cuz I'm a nasty ******* | |
| I do anything baby, I wouldn't give a ******* what it was | |
| I'll, ah, anything - I'm a nasty mother******* girl | |
| Verse Three: Ol Dirty Bastard | |
| I'm just sittin' right, in my class at a quarter to ten right? | |
| Waiting patiently for the class to begin right? | |
| Teacher says "open up your texts, you! read the first paragraph on | |
| oral sex!" | |
| I said "Oral sex!, what kind of class is this?!" | |
| Yo, next to me said "whats 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 assistant, I'd show rather tell!" | |
| My knees buckled heart started to drop | |
| my ************ 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 sex laws | |
| She responded quick, with a slick, welcoming kiss and a ice cream lick | |
| Oooh I begged, I begged, "Easy on my *******, they're fragile as eggs." | |
| Part 2 coming up... |
| Girl 1: Oh cutie got it goin' ON! | |
| Girl 2: Cute? What? That dirty mother? | |
| Girl 1: You buggin'! | |
| Girl 2: Ain' t no buggin', he' s some ugly mother. | |
| Girl 1: You buggin', no look at his disposition, shorty gotta stride! | |
| Girl 2: What stride? Ugly mother, he ain' t t. | |
| Girl 1: See, that' s my plate, brother may kill me like that. | |
| Girl 2: You got mad sour flavor on shorty, cuz that ain' t 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 mother, he ain' t 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 Bastard | |
| Approach the school nine thirty, you' re late | |
| This time happy the solution was my date. | |
| Get in your class, 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 | |
| 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 class, | |
| but I kept sayin' the size of my and that ass. | |
| 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 classroom, know I' m Blueberry Hill | |
| Cause what I said just bottled her hate. | |
| She put her face on the chest, this is what the said: | |
| " Because of you I aint hurting, but then my within my heart | |
| Cause no, I' m not right to be flirtin, but our relation p 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, thats when I pressed up | |
| " I' ve been watching you mowing your lawn" | |
| The thoughts were flowin, while I' m holding the palm | |
| " Hey whats that on your menu?", from there we continued | |
| And talk about this and that we chit and chat | |
| Sipped on the Coke 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 Willy | |
| another hillbilly gettin ill with the Philly | |
| and moon ne, 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 Bastard | |
| Yo, you z, z be actin like | |
| they be lovin them, them them fancy | |
| I, I likes me a nasty | |
| that' s willing to do anything at any given time | |
| gotta be nasty cuz I' m a nasty | |
| I do anything baby, I wouldn' t give a what it was | |
| I' ll, ah, anything I' m a nasty mother girl | |
| Verse Three: Ol Dirty Bastard | |
| I' m just sittin' right, in my class at a quarter to ten right? | |
| Waiting patiently for the class to begin right? | |
| Teacher says " open up your texts, you! read the first paragraph on | |
| oral sex!" | |
| I said " Oral sex!, what kind of class is this?!" | |
| Yo, next to me said " whats 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 assistant, I' d show rather tell!" | |
| My knees buckled heart started to drop | |
| my 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 sex laws | |
| She responded quick, with a slick, welcoming kiss and a ice cream lick | |
| Oooh I begged, I begged, " Easy on my , they' re fragile as eggs." | |
| Part 2 coming up... |
| Girl 1: Oh cutie got it goin' ON! | |
| Girl 2: Cute? What? That dirty mother? | |
| Girl 1: You buggin'! | |
| Girl 2: Ain' t no buggin', he' s some ugly mother. | |
| Girl 1: You buggin', no look at his disposition, shorty gotta stride! | |
| Girl 2: What stride? Ugly mother, he ain' t t. | |
| Girl 1: See, that' s my plate, brother may kill me like that. | |
| Girl 2: You got mad sour flavor on shorty, cuz that ain' t 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 mother, he ain' t 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 Bastard | |
| Approach the school nine thirty, you' re late | |
| This time happy the solution was my date. | |
| Get in your class, 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 | |
| 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 class, | |
| but I kept sayin' the size of my and that ass. | |
| 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 classroom, know I' m Blueberry Hill | |
| Cause what I said just bottled her hate. | |
| She put her face on the chest, this is what the said: | |
| " Because of you I aint hurting, but then my within my heart | |
| Cause no, I' m not right to be flirtin, but our relation p 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, thats when I pressed up | |
| " I' ve been watching you mowing your lawn" | |
| The thoughts were flowin, while I' m holding the palm | |
| " Hey whats that on your menu?", from there we continued | |
| And talk about this and that we chit and chat | |
| Sipped on the Coke 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 Willy | |
| another hillbilly gettin ill with the Philly | |
| and moon ne, 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 Bastard | |
| Yo, you z, z be actin like | |
| they be lovin them, them them fancy | |
| I, I likes me a nasty | |
| that' s willing to do anything at any given time | |
| gotta be nasty cuz I' m a nasty | |
| I do anything baby, I wouldn' t give a what it was | |
| I' ll, ah, anything I' m a nasty mother girl | |
| Verse Three: Ol Dirty Bastard | |
| I' m just sittin' right, in my class at a quarter to ten right? | |
| Waiting patiently for the class to begin right? | |
| Teacher says " open up your texts, you! read the first paragraph on | |
| oral sex!" | |
| I said " Oral sex!, what kind of class is this?!" | |
| Yo, next to me said " whats 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 assistant, I' d show rather tell!" | |
| My knees buckled heart started to drop | |
| my 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 sex laws | |
| She responded quick, with a slick, welcoming kiss and a ice cream lick | |
| Oooh I begged, I begged, " Easy on my , they' re fragile as eggs." | |
| Part 2 coming up... |
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