Lyrics:
rock the parties
You like to body rock the parties?
We like to instant pop the parties
Students, of the music, at every single age
Must
As I did walk by Hampstead Fair
I came upon Mother Goose - So I turned her loose -she was screaming.
And a foreign student said to me - was it
on fire, I'm the King of Leon-a Lewis
Beyond the truest
Hey, teacher, teacher
Tell me how do you respond the students?
And refresh the page and restart
Hammer, tell 'em how you came up babeeee!
I was a student, now I'm the teacher,
I was a member, now I'm the preacher,
I was a worker, and you were
a girlfriend named Samantha
And have a stable of foxy whores
Oh I want to be black
[Chorus:]
I don't want to be a fucked up, middle class,
College student
ago
In my head are many facts
That, as a student, I have studied to procure
In my head are many facts
Of which I wish I was more certain, I was
how you do it
Have a glass, lemme put you in the mood and
Lil' cutie lookin' like a student
Long hair, with ya big fat booty
Back in the days you
peter don't you call me
To the Heavenly Shore
I've got forty two students and
They're sending me more
There's a child on every seat
From wall to wall
If
seein'
Don't you know that they're out of touch
Should I try to be a straight 'A' student
If you are then you think too much
Don't you know about the new
to take your life soon
Dr. Holmes he stripped their bones
To medical students their skeletons he sold
He melted their flesh in acid bath
And sold their
the Delorean
Scared-to-face-the-world complacent career student
Some people graduate, but we still stupid
They tell you read this, eat this, don't look around
Staring from a cardboard castle, down and out
One of life's young students finds out what it's all about
Paper flooder's, angry taxi-drivers shout
shit, at least warn us
My dog still on probation, they got a leash on us
Far from stupid, and fact, I'm smarter than Harvard students
Sparked
girls they, they got attention
But I just always feel like there in need of something you got
It's obvious you're pretty
Heard that you're a student
students of the game, we passed the class
'Cause nobody can read you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you, like, "Jigga is ass and won't clap you"
Trust
her student
To locate the single man
I've got on me a special radar
And the fire department hotline
In case I get in trouble later
Not looking
for sure though, the fame is exhaustin'
That's why I moved away, I needed privacy
Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League
Students that's recruited
through the roadblock,
We blended with the crowd
We got computer, we're tapping phone lines,
I know that ain't allowed
We dress like students, we dress
are not the same, I am a alien
Like Gonzales, young college
Student, who done just flipped the game like Houston
I'm used to promethazine in two
building slanderin' and abusin'
What I call the realest comin' from a student
Told myself to use a poem as an UZI
Empty magazine, I seen a magazine
You
that's my closet
So copy (copy), copy, all these b****es just copy
Honor student wit' double Ds
That ain't the bra, that's my ta-tas
I know you had
My corner so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept
murdered and buried in all white.
8th grade student y'all figure that's alright.
Trying to figure out where I'm going with my life.
As I'm stepping
that's my closet
So copy (copy), copy, all these bitches just copy
Honor student wit' double Ds
That ain't the bra, that's my ta-tas
I know you had
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