Lyrics:
with my crew
I'm gon' have my own shoe
I'm gon' be that little fool comin' in your living room
Starting point guard nigga, fresh out of middle school
extreme days
I'm a freak from the burbs of the chocolate city
Luther Jackson was my middle
Pine Ridge, my elementary
School of hip hop, 1979
It all started on the school bus
You were 9 and I was 10
Remember you had a Walkman
All I had was a middle part and a pen
Oh sweet Louise
me weak I think you really trust me too much
You and me been cool
Since back in middle school
Like when we used to clown
And run around
And act
out with has gone les'
Follow me and do exactly what the song says
Smoke weed, take pills, drop outta school, kill people
And drink and jump behind
extreme days
I'm a freak from the burbs of the chocolate city
Luther Jackson was my middle
Pine Ridge, my elementary
School of hip hop, 1979
Pine Ridge my elementary
School of hip-hop 1979
And Sugar Hill had the skills that taught me to rhyme
Got hip to Kiss and I tripped on Zeppelin
So Mr.
right, that's right, that's right
Niggas Kawasaki bike riding on a nigga wave
Oh my days, I want to engage, but I won't give 'em clout
No I can't, but
your living room,
Startin' point guard, nigga, fresh outta middle school,
Either is the NBA, or is the NFL,
I dunno what else I can do, to keep my ass
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
And I'd take up for him
She said that devil's a liar
And pray get rid of him
And now I'm going to school, hitting those books
I'm doing fine
He's out my
me
Remember back in middle school when I met Derek Bailey
And he taught me how to sack that weed, stack that cheese and save it
But I still fucked
Kenny I remember when we used to laugh,
In the middle of the week,
In the middle of the afternoon
I remember riding on your motor bike
Hair
(Chorus x2)
Let’s take it back to middle school
Middle school
Let’s take it
Take it
Back to middle school
Middle school
Let’s take it
Take it
Back
the past feeling so irie
Dirtyfest takes us back memories so lively
Old school races bikes shining like new
In Temecula the BMX dream comes true
As the sun
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart
and a choppa (what else?)
And a desert on a dirt bike (skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (fresh)
Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (woah)
a hat
Wearing pajamas to school
Smoking in the middle of a forest fire thinking you are cool
We do stupid things oh yeah
And they like to think we're bad
snuck in through the tennis courts
laid in the dark on the carpeted floor
came here for a party in middle school
rode my bike home drunk off
the 504
Bitches talked shit they don't talk no more
I said fuck school Imma just hit snore
Said fuck school, rather go on tour
Remember middle school
Dudes
like a
Delinquent in middle school clowning
Drowning MCs, they want life jackets
While we swim backwards
We yellin' "nigga please!"
Pay your respect
October, 1994, finally home from school
Bullies are now a dream like, as I pick up my mongoose bike
October air, blowing through my hair
A whirl
and dad tell me who's the boss.
Poor parental skills ~ that's the deal now you know the real.
Poor parental skills ~ You cannot deal that's the real.
building!
Demolition man in charge of explosives
All fingers intact, the middle one's the strongest
True old school, no new school shit
Mumble rappers can
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