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 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
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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 dick grew to a size that my nerve couldnt stop
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| I tried to run! She yelled |
