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Girl 1：Oh cutie got it goin' ON! |
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Girl 2：Cute? What? That dirty mother*******? |
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Girl 1：You buggin'! |
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Girl 2：Ain't no buggin', he's some ugly mother*******. |
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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 mother*******, he ain't ************t. |
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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 ************t 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 mother*******, he ain't ************t. |
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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 [sensimilia] 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 ************ |
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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 ************ 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 |
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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 ************ 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 relation************p 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 moon************ne, 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 *******z, *******z be actin like |
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they be lovin them, them them fancy ******* |
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I, I likes me a nasty ************ |
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************ that's willing to do anything at any given time |
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************ gotta be nasty cuz I'm a nasty ******* |
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I do anything baby, I wouldn't give a ******* what it was |
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I'll, ah, anything - I'm a nasty mother******* 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 |
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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 ************ 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 *******, they're fragile as eggs." |
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Part 2 coming up... |