High Schoolin` Lyrics

High Schoolin` lyrics

Life

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah



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?