Lyrics:
Good grammar, good good good grammar
Need good grammar good good good grammar
Need good grammar
Need good grammar
Walking down the Bondi beach way
bitches' back
I hear them boys coming (hey)
Who am I? You answer, you know it's 'bout the grammar
From any state, it don't matter, from here to Montana
BJ this a hit boy
Tyler Santaner with the black bandaner
Young rich nigga looking like Bruce banner
Better come correct better check your grammar
grammar
I was posed to be a problem, I was posed to be a risk
I was posed to be a Alpha-Male, you posed to be a bitch
I was posed to be at Neiman Marcus,
Fry talking to my Bender toy
Best rapper in the game since Kendal Roy
Hanging out after school with my boys flipping pogs
Drawing Randy Savage with
several ways with time
The bullies gradually began to deflate
Lose power
Grammar school jr high
High school we grew like odd plants
Gathering nourishment
like a ligament, yeah, bone-to-bone
Grammar school, they called me J
Eatin' shrooms, I'm kinda cray
I got the dro, she got the Plan B, we gon' pop
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
I miss the thrill of grammar school romances
I miss the junior prom and graduation dances
The gossip in assembly hall
I'm homesick, that's all
I
ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, I want you to play with my ding-a-ling!
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!
Hmm, and then mama took me to grammar school
But I
ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, I want you to play with my ding-a-ling!
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!
Hmm, and then mama took me to grammar school
But I
ding-a-ling!
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!
Hmm, and then mama took me to grammar school
But I stopped off in the vestibule
Every time that bell would
It Pushin
I'm not a killer but homie don't push me
I ain't no pussy
I'm not a rookie
School of Hard Knocks I did not play hooky
It's bout to get scary,
this land of grammar schools
And galloped days, the lady's set in her way
Behind a long conversation from a kid named Stole
He's a little slow but in
ding-a-ling-a-ling!
Oh, my ding-a-ling
And then momma took me to Grammar school,
But I stopped off in the vestibule.
Ev'ry time that bell would ring,
Catch me
of resignation
You resign yourself to keep on growing
All the seeds you're sowing
You're a strange apparition
In this land of grammar schools and gala days
Excuse me miss
Before wifey I gotta do sis
Back in school man I weren't the cutest
But that bad boy ting suited
New flow, got em thinking who's this
One time for my sisters up in school get to it, stay looking they best
Stay working out every day or throwing up they soror set
One time for
She gotta pay her bills cause baby girl been workin
Tryna buy them Gucci heels cause baby girl been workin
Magic City on a Monday baby girl been
school
Sipping on some l thinking man she's cool
Sun smiling on her hair
Playing spades and we can be a pair
I love it when it's sunny girl
You could
harassment claim
And what about Phil? He lost his chill
Had to go and eat that damn red pill
And here come the grammar police
Here comes the PC brigade
me and the mega, is superstars
Now what the fuck is here, Busta Rhymes living legend, dairy
Cormega, it's very necessary, that we school niggas
Drop
vexed up, they actin hard
Attendin Catholic school at mom's house, they soft as lard
They roll in packs, carryin yo-yo's, and balls and jacks
That kid
grammar, history and geography
Arithmetic, English and German
music, drawing and sewing
11:30she goes home for lunch
2 O'clock: she goes back to school
3:15
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