Lyrics:
to our school
Hail Central High
In the middle of July my
Memories hit the hometown
I walked in to a dark deserted gym
Did I read the letter right, is
This
It's sort of like a really cheap
kind of high school play...the way it might have been done 20 years ago, with all the sets
made out of cardboard boxes
Yeah, fuckin' up her jaws like some dental
(Low the Great)
Ditchin' school after ten, I'm on Central
Bitch blowin' up my phone like
"I miss you"
She
Yo
Ye, ye
Alex
Show dem suttin
Man try school me, show me suttin
Man try vex me, show dem suttin
Girl try sex man, show me suttin
I take time so I
The Central
Honky-tonk bar
In the middle of a square
Central Tavern looking for a scene
Fixing to go somewhere
Brought around the Cape Horn bar
slap in the middle of the square. This was followed by five or six others, though we didn’t wait to see them burst.
Narrator:
In fact there had been
before you say
If you ain't my main bitch
We can't go on dates
I'ma keep it real
The shit they love to hate
Started in middle
Ended high school a Saint
than these bitches
And I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ridiculous
Middle finger to the feds, (?) all day
Take her out to eat then I make a bitch
South Central, home of the warzone where the great thugs roam
Where we ain't promised nothing but shell-bullet wounds and tombstones
Every man for
I was not never no square
Never turned down a dare
Never had an au pair
Never learned to live life without a care
Never left home without my
Ice-T, let me kick my credentials
A young player, bred in South Central
L.A., home of the bodybag
You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag
I used
good but you ain't work like a sharpened pencil
Sold crack ninety one and ninety nine up on central
Senses not dull I can hear a pin drop
Middle
home when ain't nobody show me love
I got love for Mississippi, but ain't nothing there so I had left the slums yea yea
In Central Middle School Yea
Was
like karate shoes
Doc, turned velcro when night falls
Central Park joggers, wear bright clothes
Tai-Bo five flows
Lizard, Centipede, Snake - I'm a killer
Ducking, brick walls, get thumbtacked
So run laps, for I body you
Bust out the size, like karate shoes, Doc
Turn velcro, when night falls
Central park
it was time to go
We kissed on the subway in the middle of the night
I held your hand, you held mine, it was the best night of my life.
'Cause
Ice-T, let me kick my credentials
A young player, bred in South Central
L.A., home of the bodybag
You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag
I used
one time, son
Mama taught middle school, daddy sold Michelins
Learned to act right from some backside discipline
Raised in the heat (yup), rockin'
the whole Hôpital Central
I ignore CFA for be spiritual millionaire
I move ma dough from beer then investam inside common sense
I don't ball hard since I be
please stop arguin' 'bout who's the best MC
I think everyone would agree, they know that you're not
I know I'm a sure shot, middle finger poking you in
try to dumb it down wHAT!?
But make dem sef smarten up now
Ha ha ha alright no offence though
But anyway
Middle finger if you take that personal
and dive
Into the open sea of literature and rhymes
1st period last so long it was everlasting tuck
But high school move so fast like a black Tesla truck
cryin' to that bitch like Ne-Yo? (What?)
You a square-ass nigga like Theo (Huxtable)
When money call, it's time to G-O (brrt)
My weed the same color
pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob
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