and stand 'em all in line Add an AK-47, a revolver, a nine A MAC-11 and this oughtta solve this problem of mine And that's a whole school of bullies shot up all
Screw, that Key-C in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan, I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him, we broke em all down and we all got high, our niggas dont be trippin
clever cat Eat shit, smoke spliffs, get high, reminisce Innocence, bulletproof, any one, pullin' through Junior High, do it fly, fuck in grade Summer school
to beat it Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit That's what I did, now they all askin for hits Nigga it's on for the simple fact I
high just right I can look in her eyes rolled up in a baby hummer jump this high come on ma lets go for a ride [Chorus x2] yo I ain't gotta be away
RA calm down) Who the fuck you think you are? I smack that bitch who works the front desk That strictly be there for high school credit But sucks dicks of all
been fuckin' with magazines for a while! 'Cause we represent the 7-1-3! The type of rappers y'all never goin' be! We makin' money y'all never goin'
running shit, Then one blood group, shit's all developing, NEW YORK [Chorus - Ja Rule and DJ Khaled] One's for the trouble, Two's for the show, Three
time to stall, lickin' 'em all, got a whole team that's strictly Ready to ball, stand up tall and they all move so swiftly Them niggaz ain't scared, they do it for
nothing has been alright Since Bruce Springsteen, Madonna, way before Nirvanna, there was U2, and Blondie, and music still on MTV Her two kids in high school
'all stay alive? Depending on this so-called man For everything you got comes from his hand Food, water, the clothes you wear How many of y'all niggas
It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips I get all the money
named Screw the Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him he broke em all down and we all got high and niggas dont be
star Makin' funky music, hit records are explodin' The free wind is blowin' Higher than the liars, meltin' in the fire How high can you ride? The greatest
math and business Already a pimp before high school's finished Even the rich kids get in the mix Only difference is them bitches did it for kicks And
all 'bout the sad show The music's so ill, knida make one niggas want to kill You know what I'm saying Big up to Larell High That's my east school coast
wrong, CHILL!!! Let me out, no question, no doubt ????? god is a drought I've come to wet the party like a tropical depression ????? mixed with scherm for this musical
It?s kind of bugged out, two different stories in one picture Yo, the first year of high school my parents noticed me slippin' Smokin' cigarettes, skippin' class, catchin' detention Every night all