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Albums:

Class of '70/Class of '71 (Floyd Cramer) · Different Class/Second Class (Pulp) · The First Class/The First Class SST (The First Class) · Class of '68/Class of '69 (Floyd Cramer) · Class Reunion (Di Scherling) · Class Reunion: The Greatest Hits of 1984 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rock n' Roll Reunion: Class of 55 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rock n' Roll Reunion: Class of 56 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rock n' Roll Reunion: Class of 57 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rock n' Roll Reunion: Class of 58 (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


Down to the old school

Now here we are at the reunion of the class
You ask my wife if we could have one dance
For the old times
We slow danced
recognize anyone there

That used to be us; we used to be cool
With the music cranked up, hanging out after school
That used to be Jill, that used to be
you worry
I'mma take you where you're meant to be,
Where you're meant to be, where you're meant to be
Is right next to me, the reunion

Class lined up,
hi
Only smell your perfume vapors as you walk by
I'm the scrub that never crossed your mind
Now your flashing your titties at me waitin' in line
she took us up on our last offer
To drink some warm red wine
She used to be a stripper at the old red fox
Down on highway 69
Let me tell you friend
that they non-violent, talkin like they
Spit venom in interviews, speaking on reunions
Move units, then talk shit and we can do this
Until then, I ain't
This is family business
And this is for the family that can't be with us
And this is for my cousin locked down, know the answer's in us
That's why I
that they non-violent, talkin like they
Spit venom in interviews, speaking on reunions
Move units, then talk shit and we can do this
Until then, I ain't
Sung by everybody 
Hear me brothers, hear me sisters, 
Citizens and comrades hear my song. 
The old life's dead the order's changing 

It's time
first drew with
Claimin' that they non-violent, talkin' like they *voice sample*
Spit venom in interviews, speakin' on reunions
Move units, then talk
Laws are made to be obeyed and that's the way the system stays 
The country stands with troops at hand who provide protection for the state
and bust it down to the ground!
Open the door, Richard! 
But I hate to be caught out on the street like this cause I got class I ain't never used yet.
But
up like Marcus Welby
This is the dopest G, that chu' will ever see
There'll never be, another me
By the grace of God, ya lovin' me
Pause, do it to em'
and bust it down to the ground!
Open the door, Richard! 
But I hate to be caught out on the street like this cause I got class I ain't never used yet.
But
comin' up, that's right, niggas runnin' up
Havin' fun and stuff
You niggas don't want none of us

[Snoop Dogg]
What's up homie (What's up 'cause,
a record deal, now them same old chicks that used to walk on by 

go out their way to say hi 

But they gets none 

That's why I'm with the same girl
for the video (Yay!)
And pay for everything that we say (No matter what!)
For example I'll be getting a massage right now
And I'll be drinking some sake
(Killah BH)

Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion

(Joe Budden)

Mic check, mic check

(Killah BH)

We
(Killah BH)

Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion

(Joe Budden)

Mic check, mic check

(Killah BH)

We
Used to sit me on your lap and teach me mother with
Early Sunday morning for them salmon and grits

I love you baby, you the one and only, that's
I did again
We the hooligans outside of school again
Sayin don’t be a fool never follow rules again
We the bad boys bully with the fully that
guess who the bitch is, but for now I be the mistress

There ain't a day in my life that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry
I used
Black cotton
Black cotton
Black cotton, a symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tail
Ghetto gospel that is- listen
Robbin'
Black cotton
Black cotton
Black cotton, a symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tail
Ghetto gospel that is- listen
Robbin'
a seat away from Teresa and Lisa Pam, was very out
Spoken in class she was funny she always used to make us laugh Monique, she was always sweet