You Oughta Know Lyrics

Das Racist

Non-album songs

Lyrics to You Oughta Know
You Oughta Know Video:
(high-piched voice)

You should never argue with a crazy mi- mi- mi- mi- mind
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy mi- mi- mi- mi- mind
Is that all you get for your money?

(Kool A.D.)

You should never argue with a la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy ma-ma-ma-ma-ma
You oughta know la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You should never argue with a crazy muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-ma
You ought know by now
You should never argue with a bluh-bluh-bluh-bluh-bluh
Is that all you get for your money?

OK, OK

Chasin' (?) people, like what Twitter get
Sick of arguing with white dudes on the Internet
When I'm gassed on my own black past, 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 Malcolm-esque
Like the tresses like the dresses flowing sexy
Spin-off, blowup, Joanie and Chechny
Yeah, rock marked into this Georgia Dome
Caucasian boys creamed
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 (?) stoned
Hacksaw, slack-jawed, like they short a chromosome
Leave your boy alone like Michael Latoya Holmes
A rich interior world's a joy to own, 'cause

You should never argue with a boo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy muh-muh-ma-ma-ma-ma
Etc, etc.

Go in, OK

(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
Get in the middle of Little Italy Samburg
Dosa, told ya, funny blowing dolga
No more smoking doja
You should know now
Know how I do what I do
I drink, I think, I chew two blues, one thing

You should ba-ba-ba-ba-be-ba, be-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-be-ba
You should ba-ba-ba-ba-be-ba
You should ba-ba-ba-ba-be-ba, buddie-ba-ba-ba, biddie-ba-ba-ba
Etc., etc.
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