Lyrics:
the college Southern Con, known as SCSU
But when I often go and visit they say, "P bust a rhyme"
I shake my head and then chuckle, and throw up the peace sign
Super clean, yeah yeah
Ride around
Dog off the leash, yeah yeah
Call me June
Call me Junior, yuh
Cause I be stunting
Like my daddy, yeah
R.I.P.
R.I.P
and p's, Gotta make sure I get out of QV
Freshman year to Sophomore, Junior year to 12th
Last pick dani, my God I need help, Last pick dani just little old
this four, you'll be singin' like Junior Reid
Trust, you'll be sin'-gin' like Jodeci
Black suits, and black coupes
Fuck boy had the pastor preach
drugs
And just remember, this ain't multiple choice
Without a college degree you only got your voice
You gotta talk for yours, or get nothin' at all
I had a girl with a big butt and small breastes
She was so precious, she was so bout it
I lost my damn phone but my homeboy found it
I'm S-P Mexy,
I had a girl with a big butt and small breastes
She was so precious, she was so bout it
I lost my damn phone but my homeboy found it
I'm S-P Mexy,
6th period, 6th period, 6th p-er-iod
6th period is drawing near,
to ruin my Junior High career,
That test run by Tugnut
its gonna kick my butt
Oh,
hate an love a court room an a judge
Rasta junior reed an one blood sugar an mugs peas in a pod spik an span cleanliness an God
work an jobs bits an bobs
homies a Whether B
Fred Dogg S P double E D Y cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe
B
Seaten
[Man over P.A. system]
I need your attention now kids
Due to the recent events that have occurred
Effective immediately, all classes are suspended
homies a Whether be
Fred Dogg S P double E D why cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe be
to study ours
Scriptures that the nerds and the goons acknowledge
I attribute this to years in a junior college
G a honey from the buses to the bursar
zoné, trop côtoyé la rue, ses ghettos, son brevet
Trop picolé c'est p't'être paro mais pas pire qu'un XXX
Tu nous connais, moi, mes collègues, passé 20
AYYERR
Hugo, I see you
Junior, XXX; R.I.P
Problems, problems
You don't want no problems
If you a real one you don't make no promises
I'm in
over nothing, it's usually rumors
Look at what just happened in the Bronx, R.I.P. Junior
Yeah yeah He stayed strong
Yo I Pray his family stay strong
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