if hes anything like me He'll probably stay out to late and drive his car to fast Get a speeding ticket he'll pay for mowing grass Hes gonna get caught skippin class
eye-to-eye so you ain't really seein (SEE!) I be hippin all type of niggas, sayin fuck that nigga Blow When they see me in the party, they better act
thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots on a first name basis In your city faded off the brown, Nino She insists she got more class, we know Swimming
't prevent me from shittin on niggaz Fitted caps get blew back like bad wind, imagine backspinnin into a casket, it happens when bastards try to act masculine
captain of rap, my nigga with the Nike cap Keep the cottonoid in quite exact So I'm luring you cats into the second class act Where maturing's the number
a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half Of his career typical manure moving past that Mr. kisses ass crack, he's a class act Rubber band
turkey MC's say what you like, I toss! In theory when you hear me, like the guts of the Dutch Snap caught you in the act like Vivitar - AF. 2-5-5 auto
tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will) So kids say no to drugs (that's right) So you don't act like everyone else does (uh-huh) Then there'
is- listen Robbin' Black Cotton in God's eyes Speak [Verse One: 2Pac] Black Cotton Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's Class is in
but thanks to all the haters, I know G4 pilots on a first name basis, and your city faded off to brown, Nino, she insists she got more class, we know
fix me!" Back then, when Will Smith was still the Fresh Prince And him and Jeff were still best friends, I guess then I decided to cut class to rap full
: Ciara] Its only been three months an i already got it bad So hood that i keep on comin back My girlfriends tellin me i dont know how to act but im
It's only been three months an I already got it bad So hood that I keep on coming back My girlfriend's telling me I don't know how to act But I'm telling
a check Might as well, I done earned the respect [Chorus] [Pos:] Here to jumpstart the art again, the sparkplug W-O-N I trouble your whole squad again In a class
everything but everything makes me want it But won't dishonor my name so the claim throwers Act like game on the dice on the mic device Stay above middle class
up from the sewer's how I grew up Loc'n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up (threw up) At Leimert Park, taggin, hittin fools up Ditchin my class, just
and my niggas, and 16 bars will make the big screen ours What is this? Everybody's jiggy now Is the hustle that good in everybody's city now? Or do they act