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Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen
Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from
Right next to High Bridge across from
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
don't smoke so I never get high and my
Bro finna smoke all my opps in a blunt while he chiefing
Technical foul for a nigga who reaching
Handle the problem
Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen
Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from
Right next to High Bridge across from
You wanna be like me
Dresses like me
Smoke like me
Get high like me
Wanna take my style
You wanna be like me
Dresses like me
Smoke like me
Get like
High school, niggas ate yo' food
Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool (hell yeah!)
Niggas hate every day, B (yeah)
Shit is O.C. lately
bought a forcas
I played a lot I was not social
Black and white
But still not orcas
I met you in my high school toilet
My neck was stiff and then you oiled
feelings get technical,
Now you need attention, medical
17 shots finna split a ni**a wig,
Wish a n**a would like a tree in this bi**h,
Word to Wayne that's
funny?
I don't know cause he talks about his
Battle with Freeway like the four
Touchdowns he scored back in high school
You the black Al Bundy
Y'all wanna
region
Booga-nam Brooklyn Bed-Stuy Eastern
Where youth and policemen, they nah reach agreement
Pressure in the mornin, pressure in the evenin
You,
region
Booga-nam brooklyn bed-stuy eastern
Where youth and policemen, they nah reach agreement
Pressure in the mornin, pressure in the evenin
You, need,
waist
This shit'll put you in your place
When you come up to us
Know what's up
Step wrong nigga
We'll fuck you up
High school had a nigga tripping
High
one of her relatives deep in her memory
Childhood ghosts are drowned on the coastline
High school friendships fading in the red wine
What difference
technical
Go full press, I still glide like Clyde Drexler do
I'm done testin' two times over, I'll get the best of you
Better pay attention, two eyes open
High speed chase I'm on him, I do my cardio
Shoot him while the whip's still
Spinnin' it's Super Mario
Fuck it I'ma remix it
I ain't never backed down
o eh)
Boy ole school igaraa?
Na Aba
Ngwa high osusu sahaco
Na Abaa
St Joseph k'o Girls high School
Na Abaa
Technical, All saints
K'o Wilcox?
Na Abaa
a reasonable man to say?
There's a high school in Alabama named after Robert E. Lee
And it's eighty-nine percent black, you don't see the irony?
What it do
hangin' out in white hoods
Low-budget studios, pop stopper mama pantyhose
Now the CO's got Grammy cameos
Red bottoms on they high school sweetheart's
him
Big pur mother fucker I don't swim
Still cutting that Ye' like Kim
Be you because I don't like them
I'm the Real Slim Shady like em
High fade don't
What a perfect body she has
Perfectly slim, but not anorexic
Nice high heels to compliment the outfit
Still spit it how we live it
Blowing smoke out
abandoned
Well I'm no scientist, that's not what I went to school for
And I'm not a doctor, so I don't know much about medicine
But I'm willing to bet that
and only spring
He was sworn to do his duty
And got blood on his high school ring
[Chorus:]
And it's hello California
Hello Dad and Mom
Ship ahoy
Your
looking for baldies
Nah fuck that I am looking for armies
Y'all can try to come harm me
But watch out I have been farting
That shit stink like a high school
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