Lyrics:
baby said I was crazy
My moma called me lazy
I was gonna show'em all this time
Cause you know I ain't no fooling
I don't need no more school'in
I was
the music make you move
Move yea
Can we wait just a minute
Turn that TV off for a minute
Now politics and talkin' shit ain't really none of my business
I sniff and I lick your envelope
And fall to little pieces every time
I wonder what clothes you wear to school
I wonder how you decorate your room
I sniff and I lick your envelope
And fall to little pieces every time
I wonder what clothes you wear to school
I wonder how you decorate your room
gnawin' on it, baby
Ah, nah, nah, girl don't do that
I dropped the kids at school this morning
I hung the clothes in the back
I'm trying to take care
the talkin'g brick
If you ain't gonna talk no chickens
Dog who you talkin' two
7:thirty in the kitchen
Nate-nate bout to go to school
Saturday I'm cookin
And that's a round of applause
Ladies and gentleman
I’d like to shout out Taylor Gang
And shout out my car keys
It’s big business bitch
I’m just
Frontier Psychiatrist
Is Dexter ill, Is Dexter ill, Is Dexter ill
Is Dexter ill today, Mr Kirk, Dexter's in school
I'm afraid he's not, Miss
Johnson
Built his business not always about the past
Matter fact I've never even heard of a
High school class that presents future ideas
When the media
it's the gangs, or the colors that we're wearin'
Maybe it's the high schools, maybe it's the teachers
Tattoos, pipe bombs underneath the bleachers
Maybe
This is the business school
Sit down and watch the dreams die out
Try your best not to be a fool
Don't talk to strangers or you'll fall in love!
This
This is the business school
Sit down and watch the dreams die out
Try your best not to be a fool
Don't talk to strangers or you'll fall in love!
This
going back, you're going back
You're going back to school
You know the business or so you believe
You set all your sights but you aim to deceive
You
to him,
A bunch of Belgian business men
And a strange drinking game, oh God why?
Come home Billy Bird, international business traveller.
Come home
Darlin' here's a photograph of my old high school class
No I ain't been back in quite a while
See there that's Emma Lou, the one I gave my heart
intent to rock the shit, keep the herb lit
Handle your business before your business handles you
Mister X to the Z (and Defari Herut), one two
(Remain
wanna stray, there's a way out (way out)
Keep your mind on your money, enroll in school
And as the years pass by, you can show them fools
But you ain't
she ever saw in her life (help me! Help me!)
I try to keep it positive and play it cool
Shoot up the playground and tell the kids to stay in school
business
Kiss kiss, that's nobody's business
Call me Keri, I'm so damn fearless
If you're happy that school is over, but your hands in the air
If you're
stay strapped for the shit
That was brought to him
This nigga was a motherfuckin’ fool
Only 13, fuckin’ bitches in high school
Laid back, his game was
G-u-n-i-tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy
Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down
I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown
I got my business
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
Levon wears his war wound like a crown
He calls his child Jesus
Because he likes the name
And he sends him to the finest school in town
Levon, Levon
G-u-n-i-tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy
Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down
I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown
I got my business
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