Lyrics:
to hit the gates for the Lord to see
[Hook]
[Z-Ro]
I done came a long way, from cutting class
No more ducking hall monitors, now the FED's on my
to hit the gates for the Lord to see
[Hook]
[Z-Ro]
I done came a long way, from cutting class
No more ducking hall monitors, now the FED's on my
bro (Park it)
I don't think you know what you ought though (No)
Cos I've been doing this since I was like seven years old in the back of the class room
ladies with class
I see you baby
Singing hey-ey-ey
I love the way she make
Love the way you are
Cause they don't make like you no more
Baby girl,
Here's a toast to my ladies with class
Saying hey-ey-ey
I love the way she make
Baby I love the way you are
'Cause they don't make like you no more hey-ey
girls around him
Known as the class clown
Whole cafeteria surrounding him
He downed four milk cartons in five seconds
Saw Johnny and said
"You're going up
lots of money, no debt, all cash
Seven female wives, seven seven seven female wives (Yes sir)
I walk in the club and all eyes on me
You can tell by my
Ass with no class i'm here to school 'em
This that real shit, I'm never foolin'
I'm killin' these squares
We call it a massacre i got the bread
But
[Note: Brother Marquis does all the verses.]
My seven bizzos...
Seven days, seven ways, that's too much...
My seven bizzos...
On Monday there's
imminent
Setup just fall from the genesis
We don't get to reminisce
Back in the day being second class citizens
Head cracked, broken ligaments
Many life
kid, slip kid, second generation
Only half way up the tree
Slip kid, slip kid, I'm a relation
I'm a soldier at sixty-three
No easy way to be free
the grand prize
That's right, a first class one-way ticket to
Albuquerque
Albuquerque
Oh yeah
You know, I'd never been on a real airplane before
like the way you work it
No diggity (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (get up)
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby never
made the decision, to stop with the repetition of driving down them distructive roads that I was livin, and ha, no other way, the confession among
feel it
Yeah
So let's make
A toast
Cause we made it
Yeah
Class of O seven
Capital University
My
Alma mater
Got me a degree
Such a good life
FASFA money
Sailing Again
By Tim Lake
Cmaj7 Em7/A E13(b9) Fmaj7
Here we are lost in the wind
Bm7 Fmaj7 Bdim7
it
Got your lucky number, ain't no seven in it
Grab life by the horn, just give me eight seconds
Already scraped my plate, but you lookin' like
I ain't got a second left
No more space up in my head
Always showing up late
Whatever
I went to class
They labeled me a clown
So they left me out
Dreams... And by the way that was off the new Maiden England video which we shall talk about in a
minute... you know, after a year you pushed it up to number
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Zid fi wejhi ta3mini ma7ashtish ta3tini
ken lviza f passpori tkafini
No5rej wnaraj3 houny jamais c'est fini
3ady
I've been to all the second class theaters
I can't be wrong, about to recognize
There's got to be a way to get you through the day
No, no, no
No, no
30 of my men go clear everybody
I just switched my flow by the way
Worked on myself no be accidental
High on the beat that's cruisemental
Omo men I
you back to campus by 7
Make it to class
22 last year at med school aye
Your ex tripping baby he a damn fool right
Let 'em see it,
You ain't sad as he
like the way you work it
No diggity (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (get up)
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby never
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