Lyrics:
Got this girl that go to school
Told her focus on class
Say she fuck with my ambition
Left her dorm room cracked
So I can get it when I want it like
on a journey reaching for the skis
To the yard at the Indian Central School
Dead or mad in focus he played it cute
No lunch was his refund medication, his tool
will last, forever more
So maybe I shouldn't go, regardless of what you think
Don't you worry, you perfect thing
Took a 5am train past the central stop
difficult
But I'm gonna keep things biblical
I don't like things physical
Man I'm doing it mental
Right in the temple
Cause I don't wanna be central
I'm not
money then you talkin
Nada
I press a button become a
Shot Caller
We took all the bitches in
Central
Turned all the bitches blood
Call it
Bentral
We told
anarchistic with family tribes
I'm like a gutter punk rapper that's here in disguise
Central government they tryin' to take us over
Tryin' to put everything in
Uhh it's about 9:40 a.m
Central standard time
New Orleans Louisiana
Kick some real shit for you niggas
For those who thought I couldn't do it
This
Yeah, the swagger na rare
Old school lapel
Ma lo attempt ejo, say
What's my name? Bop Daddy
Big tunes got the club banging
Less man
More baddies
but why wait five days for Friday don't worry 'bout my name
I'm the motherfucking man
Nigga, you should ask around, South Central the town
Home school
school
Holes in my sneakers
I never fit in with them rich white dudes
I didn't click up with
The black kids neither
I bought an Iron Maiden T-shirt
(back in the day)
I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school
to play
Destruyéndote la vida
Little boy being brave
That's life onthe streets
It's the way we live and breath
Lo tienes que hacer
In south central LA
Lo
to tame the wild beast
Had better burn murder the red worm spread germs in the system
to make heads turn
And snap necks at the central stations
Young kids
nigga G is a motherfuckin' fool
Paranoid with his motherfuckin' tool
South Central attention
Flyin' in my shit to Hollywood up western
It's G
Just let me
it back
Reduce the risk
Of swimming in a school of fish
Who hate what revolution is
We use it like a crucifix
Pray on it the chance we get
Let us just
Wish I could tell you that I met her back in grade school
'Cause a couple extra years would have been cool
But we met slingin' drinks at a dive bar
And there ain't no central heating
It's freezin', I see my breath
It just adds to the vibe I guess
Then I get more drive, more meanin'
I was raised to be
I never lied to you, I've always been cool,
I want to be elected,
I gotta get the vote, and I told you 'bout school,
I want to be elected, elected,
represents like we do
Yeah, Brownside
It don't stop, the Eastside
It don't quit, yeah it's that old school shit
1990 to the year 2G
Mexican style you know
Soy
represents like we do
Yeah, Brownside
It don't stop, the Eastside
It don't quit, yeah it's that old school shit
1990 to the year 2G
Mexican style you know
Soy
that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school wish it'd blown up
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup)
But
[Chorus - 2X]
2Mex falcon gentle
The outcome is mental
Inner visions of anarchism essential
From inside the mouth of south central
Which side of your
like and your girl dislike me more (tch)
But, you can't knock it if you ain't tried before (do it)
Central Hill with the grey estates, I kind of miss
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