Yeah yeah uh Been always told to keep my head up But three shakes just don't cut the cake when your necktie from bobbing Life's a stage, street's the cage We dungeon rats Outkast and Goodie Mobbin
Enough of the petite talk, I'd rather have a nigga with a perm Ain't got to have punk, on my side than a nigga who frontin' To another nigga's interpretation of god-stuntin' [Unverified], why both a president'll be a swat guy
That's like choosing which bullet you gon' get shot by A drank and some hot fries Slowly eating me up from inside to outside Well you gon' die anyway, right? Wrong
I plan to live forever, I know it seems mighty long If you think about it in Earth terms Thank God, we on the TV what we let like earthworms Stay underground like [unverified] or Dig Dug
Only come above to shake hands and give hugs Lay your beautiful body down on this fur rug You got to give a damn if you do not give a fuck, ha Rack 'em up 'cuz we bustin'
Once was the nigga in the back of the class Who never said nothing His thought became an amplifier I live for inspiration, for without that, I will die (Go)
Here the bomb jam now can you dig it? Don't stop and uh don't quit 'cuz uh We own that high school shit and uh You know that uh we spit it Here the bomb jam now can you dig it?
Don't stop and uh don't quit 'cuz uh We own that high school shit and uh You know that uh we spit it Here the bomb jam now can you dig it?
Got issues on my mind like a fool from Columbine Will I swallow my pride or take that ride? Better think before my cock get slide and take a dive Into this hot pit like ball of grease
Stand alone on my own ten toes against foes It's a snowstorm and you outside gettin' cold Luck has struck one buck for seven every roll Throwin' snake eyes thinkin' a nigga gon' fold
Stand down like four black vogues on goes Snatchin' all the dough and leavin' y'all broke Going all out for an A plus in class I bust ass walkin' barefoot over broken glass
Now who gon' pass player? You won't last See we all in the race just taking up space If we's on the other side of the track grab the straps Thought y'all knew wild off runnin' past So who you think you foolin'? We can get to dueling On some old school shit, like we high schoolin'
There he is Get him (Don't run, don't run) Yeah sucker, what'cha gon' do now? What'cha gon' do now sucker?
Don't stop and uh don't quit 'cuz uh We own that high school shit and uh You know that uh we spit it Here the bomb jam now can you dig it?
Don't stop and uh don't quit 'cuz uh We own that high school shit and uh You know that uh we spit it Here the bomb jam now can you dig it?
Let me walk you little kiddies through my school days Sunday night I hit a party, missed a Monday, I'll go Tuesday Doomsday, homeroom was lookin' beauty The girl I wanna cut is absent but I see a cutie
But bump a flirt, I need to be doin' this homework to graduate Saturate my body and memory on some algebrate Bro, why you holdin' and totin' that's to assassinate Go masturbate you jack-off, nigga take the hat off
I'm a third year freshman, I started with the best of them But now them niggas done passed me, I'm just a baby daddy O.G. Original Goofball, and I used to slang the hard heart And smoke the soft softball saw through the way-hall
Niggas up in the school, they know my name, look But that's because my face is in like eight different yearbooks Could've been took the S.A.T. but the streets got the best of me Thinkin' and drinkin' and bankin' open while like sesame
All tellin' me to chill out (Chill out) Before you be a drop out (Chill out) Or cop out, is when you're thirty-something At your mom's house, yeah
Don't stop and uh don't quit 'cuz uh We own that high school shit and uh You know that uh we spit it Here the bomb jam now can you dig it?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
