Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah
Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich
This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit, one shit
All my niggas wanna do is pop
You say don't smoke don't drink
I say don't go to school and think
You are better than me
Oh we know you sin as much as me
You say don't drink don't
like I ain't about my business
Mothafucka come on!
Come on, come on
Full clip, ammunition
You don't wanna deal with these fuckin' consequences
business
Music's for you and me, not the fucking industry
Try to tell us what is cool, you see we come from different schools
It only matters what you
What time is it Morris?
The ime to go do this, Jerome
Drop it
Party time
As if I didn't know
Old school, new school
It ain't about that
(Line
Yeah, come to that business, we stand on it
I put the fam and the gang on it
Nigga, we standing on business
Play with the fam, let it blam on them
coming back
Turn on my TV just for more bad news
Little shorty got him a gun and shot his school
Can't even breathe cause the air so polluted
Got
I love to create
It's only business that I hate
Maybe I'll go and start a school (school of what)
Maybe I'm just being a fool, yeah
Or maybe I'll
of the end
The end of the sin
The end of the wicked friendships
The end of the business
The end of the wishes
The end of the dismissed
The end of it all
and I got dressed and went to school
I stopped at the store for a breakfast snack
A tasty cake and orange juice and a bubble yum pack
About that
and I got dressed and went to school
I stopped at the store for a breakfast snack
A tasty cake and orange juice and a bubble yum pack
About that
for jumping off stage
But I ain't care, cause this game has started to open it's arms
When I was at Banneker High School pulling fire alarms
So I could
nigga start
I like to state
This is where that fake shit depart
I’m Mr cool Man, dropped outta school man
The long bread
Never caught dead at a school
drifted on down to Tulsa, Oklahoma to do me a late night talk show
Now I worked my way back home again, via Boise, Idhao
That's how this business goes
Yeah... ahh ahh ahh ahhh… Ooohhh... Its great... bitch
Ride shotgun but I drove, money so long it don't fold
Old school had to put it on fours, ride
pass me a charger
Ain't have a coat, walked to school in a thermal
Bitches you lookin' up to, they'll burn you
Get out my business, this shit don't
the eye,
Those children's songs in school we'd sing,
The land of the brave and the free,
Meant business backed by armies,
Would plunder the world unabashedly
a little different
I don't like you a lot
You see, it seems like
I'm coming back I gotta handle business
Vanish to my sleeper seat
left you at terminal
I do business
with them. You know people always ask me like you know,
Why didn't you go to school?
Why didn't you go to college?
Its like man I didn't
just smoking my blunt, minding my business
Cool nigga, real cool nigga, yeah
Every since you went to high school with him, yeah
Ambition of a tycoon
Margiela rugs
My boys make smores out you marshmallow thugs
Hop up out the first class
Hop into that E-class
Cut raw, cut school, I ain't ever see class
If
come over after school? (after school)
We can hang around by the pool (hang by the pool)
Did your mom get back from her business trip? (business trip)
and playettes, teachers, staff, and students
I am very honored to welcome you to the high school annual talent show
Brought to you by the makers of Wiz Khalifa
me to do (slatt)
I can wear a business suit and speak proper (proper)
Or I can put a hundred niggas on and buy them choppers (choppers)
See, 'round
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