Lyrics:
the pickin'
That was the day we ran into Albert Flasher
It was a cold, snowy, rainy afternoon
And we were sittin' there in high school, my school
the pickin'
That was the day we ran into Albert Flasher
It was a cold, snowy, rainy afternoon
And we were sittin' there in high school, my school
Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got
Andrew Michael Tippetts, why? Why do you do this to me?
Ahhh, Is... Is that your voice? Oh my god!
Bad, my minds in all places
I'm bad, her leash in
Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got
confused at all the
Schools they sent him
To - gave him the view to leave
Michael's got a gun
Now he's living on the hill
Watch the people run
Shooting down
'Cause kissing people ass is so unlike you
The only rapper compared to Michael
So here's a few hating-ass niggas to fight you
And here's a few snake-ass
Jimmy's Machine and The Rocksteady Rub
(Oh, Geno)
On a night when flowers didn't suit my shoes
After a week of flunkin' and bunkin' school
The lowest
Some things don't ever change
Yeah, you and me
'Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don't ever
my baby now.
I want a old school type of slow jam.
You know the kinda where they used to romance.
When Luther used to sing like 'baby'
And Michael made
after school
And she puts down the phone
When her husband comes home
And she changes from mother to wife
'Til she feels the words hanging between
after school
And she puts down the 'phone
When her husband comes home
And she changes from mother to wife
'Til she feels the words hanging between
to school for subjects ironic
Arguments that scared me half to death
It didn't make much sense when teacher said
You should sit down and shut up now michael
Jimmy's Machine and The Rocksteady Rub
(Oh, Geno)
On a night when flowers didn't suit my shoes
After a week of flunkin' and bunkin' school
The lowest
We are rolling, good
Little Jimmy just bought high top sneakers
Wants to fly high like his heroes can
He's got the smile like Michael Jordan
In
Jimmy's Machine and The Rocksteady Rub
(Oh, Geno)
On a night when flowers didn't suit my shoes
After a week of flunkin' and bunkin' school
The lowest
never seen a freak look as weird as you
Except for Gardenia and the Mighty Slug
We're the leopards
Cycle Michael, grotesque school desk in my
Michael ligt op de grond
Als er boven zijn huis
Een vliegtuig komt
Michael komt uit Vietnam
Hij woont nu in Nederland
En op school vraagt de
after school
And she puts down the phone
When her husband comes home
And she changes from mother to wife
'Til she feels the words hanging between
promise you I'm goin' back to school
I appreciate what you allowed for me
I just want you to be proud of me (hey mama)
I wanna tell the whole world
Fuck school, nigga, I'ma be a dope dealer
I'ma be a killa, yep, a urban guerrilla
I'ma stack scrilla, yeah, buy me a villa
Sell a 5-0 to my auntie
at thirty-seven.
Cliff: One of us went to his high school prom, but with his
Boyfriend.
Aurelio: One of us was a high school cross-country champion.
Michael: And one
sock
Take it from me now I'm gonna give it all I got
I take a licking still tick tick toc
But smoked salmon ain't old school lox
So go to Peter Brady
a school criminal way I move with a pipe, Michael Jackson
Yeah, up this bitch, send this wig on fire, Michael Jackson
Make his ass move backwards, make him
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