Lyrics:
you
(Chase paper, get by)
I'm little but I'm coming for the title held by everyone who's up
All work and no play never made me lose it
All
I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister)
Get it by the gram, call it Insta
I'm so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture
Look, I'm
pump up the bass!
Yo Jeff man, how bout a funky scratch
Now get funky with it
Now bring in the snare
Now break it down and bring it all back
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
need some knee, pads
It happened for a reason one can't be, mad
So know this, know that everything's cool
And yes I will be present on the first day
sing it afterwards
Okay cool
Listen carefully now
Alright
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening
In the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight,
shame
Out on the street tryin' to play the game
Formally an in-mate straight from upstate
Can't stop him now 'cause you see it's just too late
He's
Well, fools fall in love in a hurry
Fools give their hearts much too soon
Just play them two bars of Stardust
Just hang out one silly moon, oh, oh
shot
Stay up for it
I'm up for it
I'm up for it
I'm up for it
? or now in future shock
By the numbers ? ? stop
There's always
cool
Coppers scoopin' niggas out their radar
Niggas puttin' niggas in the graveyard
Jobs told us beat it like an A&R
So we play with heart, fuck it
of the woods it's misunderstood
No pain no gain, I play the game
Got cars got fame got on these chains I stayed the same
When she come over I need more brain
You played hookie from school and you can't go out to play, yeah
Mama said, for the rest of the week, in your room you gotta stay, yeah
Oh ho, now
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
to go
Folks hoping you'd turn out cool
But they had to take you out of school
You're a little touched you know, Angie baby
Lovers appear in your
I believed in god back in eighth grade
He could smoke an eighth on a school day
Remember when you laughed at my last name?
Now I go by Met, is
hard and play
The game of back to school
The year's a blank slate
So let's make it great
We're sharp as pencils
In a mindful state
Measure for measure
I called her on the Nokia
And told her come pick me up
As soon as I got in the house she got on her knees and grabbed my penis
Ate it up like some
the midst kicking
Stanzas to chicks, til they dance too
Cool as a fan, too
Student of the true school
Catch me in a band and a game calling plays
Play da fool
they money in pool
People swore we was fuckin' but we was just cool
She used to hang while I slang my joints after school
She'd watch my bomb, help my
in the yard
But it's gettin' harder
By the crossroads (you gotta meet me)
Oh, we're goin', we're goin' great
At the edge of town (tropic corridor,
Excited that you came by
Here to kick it
Can't they see the 4 play in our eyes?
I think they should realize
That it's getting time....to go,
school
While lightin' cigarettes, like James Dean
In the backseat of my Chevrolet
Where the radio would play and play
And all the world would
canteen, just to wear
that straight edge varsity you think's cool
They thought me soft in High School
thank God I'm jagged
Forgot you don't like it rough
I
school
But anyway, keep the faith, stay strong brah, uh
Remain' solid brah
Keep playin' ball cause it's the only way up out it brah
A nigga proud
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