[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 (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 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
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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
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Don`t You Know
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Ol` Dirty Bastard |