Lyrics:
through
My squad gotta roll through come through
Tell the young high school kids keep dreamin'
Because they sure do come true
Then I say, this that fuckin'
First time I saw you was High School,
like and angel you were so damn beautiful,
Just wanna ask you out, its all I ever dream about
wanna ask if you
Back in high school I knew a girl
Not too simple and not too kind
We both grew up, but I heard she'd changed
From a new wave fan to another kind
to go to school,
I was better at this,
Watch a nigga pull more strings than Lenny Kravitz.
So I can say I have it,
If not I wish I had it,
I do it with
sing all of the Sunday hymns
Cause you've known the words all your life
You can roll past that old high school and smile
At the glory days long gone by
All I need me to vent is a mic
All I need in my bed is my wife
Daddy's boy can't leave from his side Drop him school every day, tuck him in every
Someone who stays high
High
Watching their life go by
By, by
Someone content with riding behind
Ride that
Nigga
They come in all colors
White,
down
Everybody knows you in a speed trap town
Well it's a Thursday night but there's a high school game
Sneak a bottle up the bleachers and forget my
pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
that run on regular gas.
War love letters and high school sweaters
Beetle boots and bell bottom pants.
Like autumn leaves fallin' from the trees
And all
The high grade weh man ah look for
Mi stock it by the pound, yeah
When babylon a come around
Ask them, "Weh dem a go search for?"
Ever since the herbs
High school nigga
And they tryin get the smoke
From out of the booth
Hahabut they're not doing a good
Job naw they ain't! Oh oh oh oh oh oh
My
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
light-skinned with chartered indictments that started in high school
His father was Michael, He shot him with a rifle
A product of the cycle
road in that rusty gold
Old truck I drove in high school
Always playing chicken with the check engine light
Sent a twenty dollar bill
aloud
Sit down, say nothing
Trying to be real, not trying to fool ya
Don't know it all, just trying to school ya
This common love, you won't get by now
the clock, tomfoolery
Class clown back in high school
I'm in love with designer, expensive taste
Lean down in a recliner, stay in place
And you know I keep
going to
Try to do away with music
(a prime cause of unwanted mass behavior)
It's sort of like a really cheap
Kind of high school playthe way
It might
so far away
And being grown was a million years back then
That summer between junior-high and high school took three years
Twenty more went by till
I know you miss those high school days
I swear you make me go insane yeah
I know you miss those high school days
Running through time going through
on the streets, with his friends, he's a savage
A freshman of high school, daily attendant
He never got in trouble never did he get suspended
Good little Kenny
Mamas and grand mamas love you
American boys hate to lose
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
Or sleepin' in your dress blues
The high school
is, "Hykeem broke"
And head to the ground when I walk in school
Goin' through the motions, mad impulsive
Granny, I won't abide by the rules
I shall
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