Lyrics:
school that's college
King Gold Chains, that's Notre Dame
That green, yeah I got it
I show up in the party
Like where the fuck that molly
O-D we're
Wesson
Pullin me weapon embracin me Lorrrd
Feel the spirtual ressurection through my porrres
When the souls of the Outlaws at war
No College
Brown, I graduated and he still ain't home
Now I'm a adult, and my daughter went away to college and graduated
He still not home
Now even more than
and my daughter went away to college and graduated
He's still not home, now even more than that
My son, he graduated eighth grade and we still waitin'
peace with that
Dropped out of school 'cause nobody was teaching that
The Best Western's where a nigga was sleeping at
Daemen College booking me
Brown, I graduated and he still ain't home
Now I'm a adult, and my daughter went away to college and graduated
He still not home
Now even more than
got his own Laden
With his own private plane, his own pilot
Set to blow college dorm room doors off the hinges
Oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes
dropped out of college, I can't count worth shit
When the album dropped I was dissing this
Now everybody know this the shit
Part 2, this the update
family gon' miss me
I went to college but I made hood history, yeah
My dawg duckin', say you gotta put a dick on it
Like a bag hit, you better put
great"
(Oh my God, this is great) Yeah
I might mess around and get my college degree
I bet my old man will be so proud of me
But sorry, pops, you'll
and my daughter went away to college and graduated
He's still not home, now even more than that
My son, he graduated eighth grade and we still waitin'
summer, they ain't finna say
"Next summer I'm finna"
Sittin' in the hood like community colleges
This dope money here is lil' Trey's scholarship
'Cause
the nerve to drop my ass up outta college
My teacher said I's a loser, I told her why don't you kill me
I give a fuck if you feel me, I'm gonna follow
My
(what?)
I drop my top on College Ave, where is my missing roof? (where?)
Until I'm old and saggin' too, suck like you're snaggletooth
Now she say she
just what I can see, I believe"
A few years later I was off at college
Talkin' to mom on the phone one night
Gettin' all caught up on the gossip
account soar
Wear a painted mustache
And you're sure to make a big splash
A college education I should never propose
A bachelor's degree won't even
with some Rastas 'til my game got polished
The gangbang extreme with malice
Trees and degrees like I'm trained for college
They tryna keep us from
Got my nigga Snoop Dogg, LBC, College Park, E-P-T
On the remix tip, we gon' sit in brim tip and wingtip
Like a boss pimp, not a lost pimp 'cause I'm
considerin' of doin' me a keg-stand
I'm gettin' day drunk
I've had a wild hair here lately
Yeah, it's feelin' like college all over again
'Cause everybody's
to mighty?)
She's breaking necks, got them spilling beer
Putting that bartender through a year or two of Junior college
She's about to get the Dolce Vita's
fucking care
Homicides snooping around of them, we all with the shit
Cousin back from college saying he gon' get who did this shit
He a ball player
Talkin' 'bout that they used to get high to me in high school
And they used to make love to me in college
Then they told me 'bout their first date
lookin' like your college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Bobby Boucher
Or was it Cool J? The cops is on a goose chase
Just escaped from
straight out of college, just turned 22
Girl, get your money up, I ain't even mad at you
Got you all on me, makin' these niggas catchin' attitudes
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