You Oughta Know

Lyrics

[Intro] You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-nd You oughta know by now, you oughta know by you can pay You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi Is that all you get for your money [Chorus: Kool A.D.] You should never argue with a Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, you oughta know by now You should never argue with a crazy ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma You oughta knowwwww-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da You na never argue with a crazy na-na-na-na-na-na You oughta know by now You should never argue widdo doo-doo-da-da-da-da Okay, okay [Verse 1: Kool AD] Chasin' venture paper, like what Twitter get Sick of arguing with white dudes on the internet When I'm gassed on my own black pass, like how a wigger get I like to slow it down with a marijuana cigarette Occasionally with powders in it, yes, talcum-fresh Yeah, good hair, you could say I'm Malcolmesque Like the tresses, like the dresses, flowy and sexy Spin-off, blow up, Joanie and Chechny Yeah, ride MARTA to this Georgia Dome Caucasian wars cream topical, like cortisone Leave a message on my phone, I'm only sort of home The rest of me is sort of in the zone where the dodos roam They're all up on the tube, no protostome Hacksaw, slack-jawed, like they short a chromosome Leave your boy alone like Michael, La Toya homes A rich interior world's a joy to own, 'cause [Chorus 2: Kool A.D.] You should never argue with a Um-la-la-la-la-la-la you oughta know by now You should never argue with a crazy ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma You oughta knowwwww-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da You na never argue with a crazy na-na-na-na-na-na You oughta know by now You should never argue widdo doo-doo-da-da-da-da Go in, okay [Verse 2: Heems] I get around like a vinyl All sales final, Lionel Richie I'm so gangsta, prissy Chicks don't wanna fuck with me Yet me people seem to let me Get away with wildin' like I won an Emmy Grammy, Tony, Oscar, rasta impostors Mangos, Trinidad attorneys Burning S.N.S. Herning, learning cultures Culture vultures' sculptures, nature-nurture Public freak-outs If you got a problem, find me, speak out, speak out Dead in the middle of Little Idli, Sambar, Dosa Told ya, find me blowing dolja No more smoking doja You should know now Know how I do what I do I drink, I think, I chew two blues, one pink [Chorus 3: Heems]