Lyrics:
too fool on beats
Man, Boynton Beach i got that tool on me
So special, she step away, they don’t wanna
They send them straight to me
I answer when I’m
school hop
With everybody drinking soda pop
I didn't recognize the girl next door
With beat up sneakers and a pony tail
Beach baby beach baby give
Boy you out your body thats what they told me in the school house
Why you popped a molly cause i bust faster when I shoot now
Usually the driver but
Surrounded by them hittas and them killas straight from Boynton Beach
Youngin's that be dumbing over nothing steady toting heat
Don't fuck with my high, you
It all began in grammar school
And on the beach
Everybody graduate, there we were
Off we went to junior high, there we were
Everybody graduate
leakers with speakers be squeaking like sneakers
Heard from the bleachers, Boynton Beach creatures ain't nothing but blood sucking Leeches
Long as I make it
a today, today mi a cheat.mmhmm
School is out, a party time
Big bumper gal deh shake behind
Gal full di beach, no time fi crime
Cause a pay pretty gal deh
school
Get to the beach or at least in a pool
Time to go to summer school
Remember what is and what is not cool
Time out, for bad behavior
Time off,
this bitch
Cover girl givin' face to the Crip
Somethin' 'bout a nigga on the way to the chips
High off the money and I'm wasted as shit
High off
When it rains it pours down
Used to wanna be king said the reign is on now
King me like james straight out of high school
To the big games but you
bouncing on the high school trampoline,
But they won't let us show it at the beach.
But if you've got a gun, it's legal to display it on your hip.
You
crewcut, all-American Male?
Remember dancing at the high school hop
The dress I ruined with the soda pop?
I barely recognized the girl next door
With
Everyone from home says that you're so cool
Come on, everybody to the boarding school
Everyone from town says that you're so cool
Come on, get down
acting like some V.I.P.'s, that's just how it be
Looking at the ocean smoking tree
High school shit, drinking Truly's on the bay
Rockstar clique, getting
doing whatever we wanna do
Them high school days were real high school phase
I remember getting high, high school phase
I used to love to write a real
sent her to high school
hey sent her to low school
She just wouldn't go further
Your hear is happy
Making love
Right by the beach
Say we riding the wave
Even when it's
High tide or low
Say we riding the wave
Even when it's dark
crewcut, all-American Male?
Remember dancing at the high school hop
The dress I ruined with the soda pop?
I barely recognized the girl next door
With
to the boy next door?
The suntanned, crew cut, all American male?
Remember dancin' at the high school hop?
The dress I ruined with the soda pop?
I didn't
High school is over, high school is over
And you still won't quit
You tried to fight me down at Tyler's beach and man I think that's great
You
High school is over, high school is over
And you still won't quit
You tried to fight me down at Tyler's beach and man I think that's great
You
buried
'Neath the California sand
Put under
By the beach cleaning man
Lucinda, Lucinda, Lucinda
Why'd you have to go?
They sent her to high school
They
the homies
We be staying lit up
Cruising by Ocean Beach
With candy pain in my old school ride
Swagged out for all the hotties
Ice on my chain ice on my watch
Might just catch me in a old school cruising out in Cali
Got my baby at my side and she a baddie yeah
She a sexy lil mama with the heels on
Fuck
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