Lyrics:
My hot teacher
Let us continue
High school, now on junior varsity
Having to deal with all the senior animosity
Already thinking ‘bout my future
hurricanes
Now I got a cooker and a tester boy have times changed
Junior Flip the juggman and ain't a damn thing change
Bitch I'm cutthroat never gave a damn
is
I could care less about a motherfucker talkin' shit
I can't keep playing games with you boy or your pussy click
Nigga, we too deep in this
is
I could care less about a motherfucker talkin' shit
I can't keep playing games with you boy or your pussy click
Nigga, we too deep in this
Yeah me and my boy used to sell
Out drugs out in Chula Vista
Ain't had no whip
We were skatin' over the pluggin' niggas
Skip school
Skatin' over
upside down pushbike
Fixin' my chain, man was too young
To roll to the raves, i was Junior's brother
He was DJing, if he went radio
Then I would stay in
Boy D
For those who don't know
Game was too noisy
I had to cop a silencer
No po-po
So who dey amp you bozos?
If your rapper no dey rep that school
comment
I belong in the water but I'm not that Royce boy
Ooh apologies the man shouldn't be here
You're the legend I'm the trash
Two three four K or M
butt
He got a lil' money, he think that he up
But everything that he getting, shit from luck
High school lunch break, I was rolling dutches
I was in
bringin' mad joy
The doctor looked and said "He's gonna be a Bad Boy."
I remember back in time
(1970 somethin', 1970 somethin')
Before all the homies
eighty-five well
When his stash slow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
They was paid just
I'm feelin' villainous
I couldn't afford them kicks, I had one pair, and I cleaned them rigorous
Squeeze in junior, I feel like Vinicius
Young Gs
a portion
And sometime tryna chase a fortune
Could take a fortune
You could make a fortune off a cookie
I'ma school you niggas
If ya chicken low maine
(lo
a boy who be gettin' stuck in traffic (For real)
Got a passion for love (Love)
These hoes ain't really got no passion for love (No love)
They wreak havoc
ask your little boy why he rushing to the park
Everyday after school, you wonder why he love there?
They got guns drugs and plenty of thugs there
Home boy here's a few glock clips
Still Junior like Lou Gossett
Joey right back on
Overcharge New York to cut the lights back on
Before Bloomberg
And man are tryna cotch with a jezzy
Talking about they're cocking a semi
They move rocks and are ready
See, every boy's a trapper 'til the shit hits
Waltz with my father, a boy and his dad
Waltz with my father, a boy and his dad
Waltz with my father, a boy and his dad
Two gentlemen enjoying each
of school and I got rich and I say fuck my teachers
Make sure you catch that other boy for speakin' on my people
Leave his mama wit' a t-shirt, I'm
eighty-five well
When his stash slow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
They was paid just
nothing to do with me and I was the lonely one
You got your braces on in junior high and I recalled what I said
But by the time we got to high school girl
Well I remember my first day of public school
I was very scared of getting pummeled
And sure enough I did at first recess
I got pegged in the head
We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy,
Hate to lose, If I lose, yo can get bruised,
I'm that hard. Life starts from a bad
Memory,Daddy loved
We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy,
Hate to lose, if I lose, yo can get bruised,
I'm that hard, life starts from a bad memory,
Daddy
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