D.P.G. - School Yard lyrics

[Kurupt] Once upon a time in the ghetto, when I was livin' low When it was all about your cash flow Mind over matter, money over b**hes Young, hard, top dogg, '6-4 with all the switches Catatonic, automatic backpack packin' I had tactics to enhance my chips drastic I touched the school grounds, hollerin' "Let's Play House" Bumpin' Dogg Food on my dogg's on they way out This is my zone, so stay out Tryin' to invades, gettin' old and played out I gots the - cutest skirts that like to flirt When the heat's hot, the panties droppin' to the dirt Fly as a Maserati What's up baby, this Daz Dillinger And my name's Young Gotti [Daz Dillinger] It's about lunch time, bail out of cla**, what it see like? Mob down the hall, me and my dogg's into street life Cause ain't no tellin' what my life might be like School trouble-maker, pickin' for a street fight Who rock the spot, who rock the spot? - Young Daz All alone, I'm down to mash, my jealous school mates mad Bail with a hardcore attitude, be on a attitude, a rude boy Gangsta puts it down so harsh on the crew Those who disobey the laws should pay the consequences Your punishment's are swat's, detention, or suspension 45 minute detention, and I'm still in effect I'm on my way back to gym, I spot my girl, little Kim I get the digits, tell Young Gotti let's ride Five minutes left, we all bombed out fully and high [Kurupt] Soon as the bell rings, I got a song to sing I got future plans of smugglin' gram's and ki's I missed my first cla**, my thoughts flooded with visions of cash And my rivalries, intentions to mash With these goofy a** hoes Goofy a** MC's and goofy a** flows Wannabe G's, how you gon' roam like you hard? You in my zone n***a, I own the school yard A high school grad - nah I'm a high school mack Rollin' to my high school with a mack, gettin' high off contact I want your name and your number 'cause you look kinda new I don't recognize your face, did you come from a different school? I had to get it all clear since we all here Fattest a** I seen all year I'm all up on her, like socks and shoes With a Glock and the game of a gangsta, I can't lose [Outro: Daz] Let's catch the bus man, we outta here We headed back to the hood See y'all tomorrow Have my money, have my lunch s**as!... ha ha