Do You Know may refer to:
"Do You Know? (The Ping Pong Song)" is a pop song from singer Enrique Iglesias. It is the first single from his album Insomniac and takes the latter part of its English name from the sample of a ping pong ball bouncing that is employed as a percussion track throughout the song. The song's Spanish version is entitled "Dímelo" and was released to Latin radio, becoming Iglesia's 17th number one song on the US Billboard Hot Latin Songs. In 2007 the song sold 3.1 million copies worldwide.
Iglesias himself generally refers to the song as simply "Do You Know?", as it was his record label's insistence to add on "The Ping Pong Song" in parentheses to make it more distinctive and marketable.
The instrumental backing tracks are based on sampled loops from the well-known production company Bunker 8 Digital Labs. These samples include all of the original tracks in "Otiga Verde" from the sample library. The opening piano, guitar chord riffs, and lead sound synthesizer which is heard throughout the song are directly lifted from the individual sample loops.
Do You Know is the sixth studio album by American singer Jessica Simpson. The album was released on September 9, 2008, in the United States by a joint-venture between Columbia Nashville and Epic Records. The album is her first effort in an attempt to cross over to country music. Songwriter Brett James produced the album along with John Shanks. The album debuted at #1 in the Billboard Country Charts and at #4 in the Billboard 200 with sales of 65,000.
After the release of her 2006 pop album A Public Affair, Simpson stated she wanted to go back to her roots and do country music because she "has been brought up around country music", and wants to give something back. Simpson had already sung country themed songs previous like "These Boots Are Made for Walkin'". She started her country move by appearing in the music video for "You Don't Think I'm Funny Anymore", by country legend Willie Nelson. She then went to Nashville to start recording her album.
This Man
This Man
This Man
This Man
[Chief Kamachi]
Yo, most peoples life control, by the things they
worship
But my soul ain't for Shaitan's purchase
I remember being young, grandmoms telling me to keep
silent
In the churches but my inner searches
Went beyond scriptural verses
And giving the Preacher bills from her purses
Cuz what was real was the jails
And the bodies that sailed in the hearses
Abandoned cribs, with no operating circuits
The pain not able to get your children ticket for the
Circus
Never leave the hood, to the masses bigger as the Earth
Now the Angels at your service
To guide you to happiness and help you sense a higher
purpose
The truth is the Savior is at the end of your own arm
You do anything to eat and the world say you so wrong
Cultural elements, the root of emotional derailments
To lead to the eyes failed princess looking thru jail
friends
And use to park Benzes, but ended up on park benches
C'mon
This Man
This Man
This Man
This Man
[Chief Kamachi]
Yo, I'm the eldest, a five sibling split up
So don't ask me why the L's is lit up
And I'm still tryna wonder why the hell I get up?
But I just can't seem to give up against the Earth and
this cruelty
Hell is grudge, but these streets I fell in love
But than I seldom rub the wicked body of bells and bub
In the hood trap, and they tryna derail the sub
After the hammer drop, then there's nothing to tell the
judge
See the pen coming; hear the state bus running often
tryna tuck something
We grizzling but end up in the prison yard whistling
On death row looking for protestors and petitions
Listen to the words of a scattered musician
Who speaks for the youth caught in a loop
Living a lawless truth for a faluce
Their minds is loose, and it's never a time for truce
In these jungles we die for our fruits
See the police eyeing our troops
Eating steaks and french fries on the stoop
With a buck 25 and a Goose
Hustling like we don't see no white guys on the roof
But that's the risk you take when it's a nighttime on
the duce- sing
This Man
This Man
This Man
This Man
[Chief Kamachi]
Yo these are jewels for an Honest Abe
After I sit down and contemplate
I was so hurt by my mama's fate
Knowing her son about to dominate
And she can blow out the candles on her promised cake
And endure a finer place
That's why I stay with a piranha face
In search of gold fish, nurtured from a soul dish
Look at the way the streets oppression mold us
Corrupted mommies press their soldier
I grew up with the Avenue in me
Plus I picked up the habits of plenty
Thorough young boy, the old heads said they'd give me
Everything from revolvers to semi to dope
Tryna stay afloat, it's easy to stray away from hope
When everyday is broke, looking back at 58th and Pascle
When I was playing tag in my lil rascal rags
This Man
This Man
This Man