[Intro]
Girl 1: Oh cutie got it goin' ON!
Girl 2: Cute? What? That dirty motherfucker?
Girl 1: You buggin'!
Girl 2: Ain't no buggin', he's some ugly motherfucker
Girl 1: You buggin', yo -- look at his disposition, shorty gotta stride!
Girl 2: What stride? Bummy motherfucker, he ain't shit
Girl 1: See, that's my flavor, rough, you don't know nothin' about that
Girl 2: You got mad sour flavor on girl, cuz that ain't shit at all...
Girl 1: I'm -- yo G, I don't think he really realize. Look at him!
Girl 2: Look at what? Dirty motherfucker, he ain't shit
Girl 1: Hahaha, you don't see what I see, B
Girl 2: I don't see nothing. You wear glasses so...
Girl 1: Hahaha, True, true. Just look at him, personally-
ODB: (I like that mothafucka!)
Girl 1: Just look at him...Homie's just dispositioned...
[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Approach the school nine thirty, you're late
The 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, or students who were clockin' you
Lean back at this girl who kept clockin' you
Stimulated from a sensimilla blunt
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 cold and sore mentally
Visualize the aim on the board
As how to buy pussy you cannot afford
This girl who, was slim and trim
Whispered in her friend’s ear quietly ‘I want HIM!'
I took out my books to write the notes for my class
But I Kept fantasizing my dick in that ass
So I turned around to arrange a date
Swinging episode, baby number one's gotta say it
She popped her gum, cold twist her curl
I said "Baby, how you feel?", She said "Shirl"
Then I said "Shirl", I just found my thrill
Where? In the classroom? No, on Blueberry Hill
But also said, "just bottle your hate"
She put her face on the chest, this is what the bitch said:
"Because of you I ain't hurting, but within 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, time for you could stop mockin'
Don't want you to see me cry, this is why, this is why, this is why!"
Girl 1: Oh cutie got it goin' ON!
Girl 2: Cute? What? That dirty motherfucker?
Girl 1: You buggin'!
Girl 2: Ain't no buggin', he's some ugly motherfucker
Girl 1: You buggin', yo -- look at his disposition, shorty gotta stride!
Girl 2: What stride? Bummy motherfucker, he ain't shit
Girl 1: See, that's my flavor, rough, you don't know nothin' about that
Girl 2: You got mad sour flavor on girl, cuz that ain't shit at all...
Girl 1: I'm -- yo G, I don't think he really realize. Look at him!
Girl 2: Look at what? Dirty motherfucker, he ain't shit
Girl 1: Hahaha, you don't see what I see, B
Girl 2: I don't see nothing. You wear glasses so...
Girl 1: Hahaha, True, true. Just look at him, personally-
ODB: (I like that mothafucka!)
Girl 1: Just look at him...Homie's just dispositioned...
[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Approach the school nine thirty, you're late
The 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, or students who were clockin' you
Lean back at this girl who kept clockin' you
Stimulated from a sensimilla blunt
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 cold and sore mentally
Visualize the aim on the board
As how to buy pussy you cannot afford
This girl who, was slim and trim
Whispered in her friend’s ear quietly ‘I want HIM!'
I took out my books to write the notes for my class
But I Kept fantasizing my dick in that ass
So I turned around to arrange a date
Swinging episode, baby number one's gotta say it
She popped her gum, cold twist her curl
I said "Baby, how you feel?", She said "Shirl"
Then I said "Shirl", I just found my thrill
Where? In the classroom? No, on Blueberry Hill
But also said, "just bottle your hate"
She put her face on the chest, this is what the bitch said:
"Because of you I ain't hurting, but within 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, time for you could stop mockin'
Don't want you to see me cry, this is why, this is why, this is why!"
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