Lyrics:
Arkansas"
Yes, I know there's bigger cities
But there ain't no better town
Folks here don't live in fear an' lock their doors
Long before the sun goes
All these years, Arkansas, teachin' at the high school
How was I to know by retirement day
I'd learn a lesson so cruel?
I came to the day I had
false, they flag, how you goin' rag to rag?
Book bag got the big pump
Like high school, you can get jumped
Can't play me like a weak punk, ayy
Bend it
Daddy I was eleven since our last planned trip
To Arkansas the city of Camden we visited
Now seventeen taken exams with a list
To colleges to pick
the black or the light Timbs
White boys look, act, and rap like Slim (hi)
Fight Music, knife users never respect it
Guns talk, high schools with metal
the black or the light Timbs
White boys look, act, and rap like Slim (hi)
Fight Music, knife users never respect it
Guns talk, high schools with metal
Today, I will walk into the Civic Auditorium
As a 17-year-old high school graduate
And walk out-
"Name?" The man's grating voice
Cuts through my reverie
Lincoln Jr High School
I was thuggin'
Quick to pop 'em in his jaw
Boy if he muggin'
I was selling fake shit
Like chicken nuggets
Kickin' does on the block
High School none of that mattered
But now that era’s gone
We were doing big things
Dreaming up mansions
We were young and
Loving our city, everything
of them when you
Stroll along a New York City dock?
Have you seen a snowflake
Drifting in the Rockies, way up high?
Or seen the sun come blazing down
From
neck resemble ice cubes
I got high at school, I never finished high school
I got high at school, I never finished high school
I regret it but I can't get
roaches
So she don't care
How I move so player
G Pen, mid air
High school, I was gettin' high
Teacher said I was goin' nowhere
Now I'm worth millions
Yeah feel me you know all you gotta do is sit back
And let your hair down you feel me
Don't you wanna slide through my city
Get high in my city sit
See where I'm from
Arkansas, Little Rock
Everybody getting shot
Everybody getting dropped
Everybody hating on everybody but pretending that they
long
Where do our high school memories go?
Where do our high school memories go?
Where do they go? You know what I'm sayin'
She comin' down real clean
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada
Look no cap when I say I'm the best
We used to cap in high school still One of the best
Overlooked a lot of opportunities the Streets was never new
my city up like I'm bench pressing
Scorin' high off the (?)
Brutal, last in 10 seconds
Jolly good, body good
I met a stripper named Hollywood
In
Pearl High in Mississippi,
The West Side Middle School in Arkansas
From South Central to Harlem world, one love
I know it's gonna be a brighter day
Darlin' here's a photograph of my old high school class
No I ain't been back in quite a while
See there that's Emma Lou, the one I gave my heart
sharecropper, screwed like a high-school cheerleader,
Tattooed like a popeyed sailorman, gone, gone, gone!
I should have been, I should have been, I should
No lecture prepares you for this (No, no)
You're getting too old to wear clothes from 1973
At the high school burnout scene
Na na na na
Na na na na oh
the city getting ready for me
I know the city getting ready
Such an easy morning, we on a ride
And I'm feeling smooth as the way the Benz drive
Turn
I'll do it old school style and give her baggy dick
[Chorus: x4]
Rock, rock, very
Slow, slow, steady
Base, base, heavy
Drum, drums, ready
They
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