Earthtone III - High Schoolin' lyrics

Life Ooooh, yeeeeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Dre 3000] Yeah yeah uh Been always told to keep my head up But cliches just don't cut the cake when your neck tired from bobbing Life's a stage, street's the cage We dungeon rats Outkast and Goodie Mobbin Enough of the petite talk, I'd rather have a n***a with a perm Ain't got to have punk, on my side than a n***a who frontin To another n***a's interpretation of god-stuntin My growth, why vote for president if he a spot guy That's like choosing which bullet you gon' get shot by A drank and some hot fries Slowly eating me up from inside to outside Well you gon' die anyway, right? Wrong I plan to live forever, I know it seems mighty long If you think about it in Earth terms Thank god we on the TV what we let like earthworms Stay underground like Cheers or Dig Dug Only come above to shake hands and give hugs Lay your beautiful body down on this fur rug You got to give a damn if you do not give a f**, ha! Rack 'em up 'cuz we bustin' Once was the n***a in the back of the cla** who never said nothing His thought became an amplifier I live for inspiration, for without that, I will die (go!) Jitterbug jam now can you dig it? Don't stop and uh don't quit cuz uh We own that high school sh** and uh You know that uh we spit it Jitterbug jam now can you dig it? Don't stop and uh don't quit cuz uh We own that high school sh** and uh You know that uh we spit it Jitterbug jam now can you dig it? [Slim Cutta-Calhoun] Got issues on my mind like a fool from Columbine Will I swallow my pride or take that ride? Better think before my co*k get slide and take a dive Into this hot pit like oil and grits Stand alone on my own ten toes against foes It's a snowstorm and you outside gettin' cold Luck has struck one buck for seven every roll Throwin' snake eyes thinkin' a n***a gon' fold Stand down like four black vogues on golds Snatchin' all the dough and leavin' y'all broke Going all out for an A plus in cla** I bust a** walkin' barefoot over broken gla** Now who gon' pa** player? You won't last See we all in the race just taking up space If we's on the other side of the track grab the straps Thought y'all knew wild dogs run in packs So who you think you foolin? We can get to dueling On some old school sh**, like we high schoolin' [Bell rings] There he is! Get him! (Don't run! Don't run!) Yeah, s**er! What'cha gon' do now? What'cha gon' do now s**er? Don't stop and uh don't quit cuz uh We own that high school sh** and uh You know that uh we spit it Jitterbug jam now can you dig it? Don't stop and uh don't quit cuz uh We own that high school sh** and uh You know that uh we spit it Jitterbug jam now can you dig it? [Big Boi] Let me walk you little kiddies through my school days Sunday night I hit a party, missed a Monday, I'll go Tuesday Doomsday, homeroom was lookin' beauty The girl I wanna cut is absent but I see a cutie But bump a flirt, I need to be doin' this homework to graduate Saturate my body and memory on some algebrate Bro, why you holdin' and totin' that's to a**a**inate Go masturbate you jack-off, n***a take the hat off I'm a third year freshman, I started with the best of them But now them n***as done pa**ed me, I'm just a baby daddy O.G. Original Goofball, and I used to slang the hard heart And smoke the soft softball saw through the way-hall n***as up in the school, they know my name, look! But that's because my face is in like eight different yearbooks Could've been took the S.A.T. but the streets got the best of me Thinkin' and drinkin' and bankin' open while like sesame All tellin' me to chill out (chill out!) Before you be a drop out (chill out!) Or cop out, is when you're thirty-something at your mom's house, yeah Don't stop and uh don't quit cuz uh We own that high school sh** and uh You know that uh we spit it Jitterbug jam now can you dig it? (fade)