Lyrics:
Hit the high school and 187 Caesar
When I bust y'all need to back fo' acres
Doc y'all, and that's my man jabberjaw
The shitlist ready, who next
imagine a world with no racism
No, no homeless in Grand Central Station
Boys and girls going to schools with no tools
Life is so beautiful but until then
Ducking, brick walls, get thumbtacked
So run laps, for I body you
Bust out the size, like karate shoes, Doc
Turn velcro, when night falls
Central park
mad)
'Cause some folks don't want prayer in school!
(We'd need an ark to survive the drool
Of Micro-publicans, raised on hate,
And 'Jimbo-Jimbo'
of a sudden the unlock ******** the beatbox!
People were like whut-whut? who dat, who dat!?
On one sunny day in Central Market
I was the #1 man, damn the only
Sunday's On Central
See them old schools out
Yeah I Slid up on ill
He pulled that pro tools out
Vegan chick She told me come thru
That's my tofu
grimy
Cut the one bitch off she kept crying she was a little winey
Before you try to rob me stupid bitch better think wisely
Lil bro don't go to school
It's a bad man party
Gunshot fi a boy that's talky
School days and karki hop off the yeng and I kill them softly
Shhh shh get bun he was out just
of school tryna make a way
Ever lost it all tryna make a play
Ever lost your dog, you don't wanna see the day
Going through the night, thinking bout my life
these streets
Got quad bikes
We got dirt bikes
Pop a wheelie man fuck the police
Pool parties up in Central Park
You got hoes being thrown like threes
passing
It's always a great day at McNairy Central
If you skip school then you are a victim
If you skip too many days, truancy is gonna get you
School is
in your sore spot
Bars sound like I'm under oath nigga
I comedy central roast niggas and turn 'em to ghost niggas
Either I'm gettin' bigger
Ice-T, let me kick my credentials
A young player, bred in South Central
L.A., home of the bodybag
You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag
I used
Yo this blunt is for all the niggas that was in the
Holding pen with me in central booking
Welcome to the system
(Ha ha ha ha! Yeah!
away with music
(a prime cause of unwanted
Mass behavior)! It's
Sort of like a really cheap kind
Of high school play the way it might
Have been done 20
to middle school, deuce-five in my lock
(yeah)
Went hollow to VC, DC, got it hot (yeah)
I'ma jump the fence if they ask for my ID
(Straight up)
Last nigga
of school (21)
Went and bought a tool (tool)
Got a deuce deuce (what?)
Time to act a fool (yeah)
Sellin' 2 for 5s (yeah)
Right on Central Drive (yeah)
know where I sleep
Put a pillow by the combo
Band arms like I'm Mutombo
Ears to the street like Dumbo
High school on El Segundo
So you ain't gotta
understand it
I'm a no-good coward
An American, too
(A North American, that is)
And I must not think bad thoughts (not a South or a Central)
And I must
understand it
I'm a no-good coward
An American, too
(A North American, that is)
And I must not think bad thoughts (not a South or a Central)
And I must
Yea, right
Compton, South Central Watts, Longbeach, Engelwood
(I'm reminiscing bout my ghetto dayz)
West Coast for life, live and die for this
Ayo, Central Park shit, school six to school sixty-one
Every time I walk the panned doors, better have the gun (ah)
Went back and had a yacht with
school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, cognac lounge beat
Motherfucker, cognac lounge beat
M-motherfucker, cognac lounge beat
Yeah it's
Master-charge-Card's doin work
Eight thousand grills, all these Franklin heads, big head bills
You go 'head wrap balogna sandwich in yo' backpack
School kids up no
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