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
Stratford City
Cause I can't have no rapping take my girl away from me
A two piece it's exactly what I need
I just wanna see you in it can you not put
deep thoughts can resort
In a tortured brain
I'm from the school of hard knocks
You man weren't schooled the same
Don't Run-DMC, don't walk this way
Too
vocal
And if it ain't on me, then trust me
It's local i won't beat around the bush
I'll get my beater out the bush
Girls 'dem on man, I'm anything but
her go crazy
Made her go mental
She never picks up when her friends call
I give it to her rough
But I started off gentle
Girl found out now she say
She
work rate
Dun know, us man are moving prolific
Bu da bup bup
Let me show my man how deep it gets
Palace pavilion, Stratford Rex
Them time there they
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
yeah?
You must get plenty girls asking
I said I live near Westfield Stratford
East side you know the olympics
Twenty Twelve
I need a Mexican-weather-girl
take disrespect to get the sex
I'm so old school fam
Stratford Rex
Don't seek revenge let the karma hit it
Rappers talk about a certain life
they never
wildin' in the Bricks!
Chancelor, Bergen, Clinton, Hyde St.
Stratford, Newport, Wacker Ave!
Bricks, Bricks! Shit is crazy in the Bricks!
Bricks, Bricks!
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
.jpg/300px-London_Grammar_(24762973598).jpg "London Grammar")
Discuss these Stratford Girls' Grammar School Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In