Larrance Dopson - High School lyrics

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Big Mac, big sack, like this, like that Big man on campus, I'll be right back Like Mike, like Mac, my life, my bike Menace, mo' bid'ness, in the beginnin a po' student But ended up bein a chemist 24/7, Devin my n***a committed Cla**mates, ended up as my road dawg I showed him how to live, how to ball 'til we fall Harder it is, make you much smarter dawg Follow instructions, changed up the dialogue Manifest no stress, life is a big test Will you fail? Or will you pa**? Smoke gra**, trim trees Tryin to find some air to breathe Miss her, please baby baby please Diplomas, gowns, caps and degrees These are necessities in life you need so I'ma get it Focus, committed 15 years later, but yeah a n***a finally did it Uh, now who's to say in life there's ups no downs? And when you get up, you gotta get down Uh, and when you get up, look around And don't frown on the ones that's down - just give 'em a hand It's like mixin fixin up pots and pans Listen up, I'm poppin like rockin a band No plan, all from the heart to the hand We gon' roll it, smoke it and do it again I'm the apprentice, back on my pimp sh** Roll it, puff it, now give it to him Uh, physical fitness, smokin relentless Nouns and pronouns, they make up my sentence High school days, uh Blowin on the purple haze, uh High school days, uh Blowin on the purple haze, uh (where you at Devin?) [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] And you know everywhere that we go If it's Dev or it's Mac then we blowin by the O Uhh, n***as know me for rollin the O-Z Or somewhere low-key twistin a whole bush And if I got it then you can get it, it's on us Smoke so much pot that they'll probably give me my own kush We blow about a zone, break it down blow it out a bone Come to my crib I'll show you how to roll, bro And my pocket's lookin kinda swole Me and Mac smokin grade A, honor roll Now all of the teachers on us They gon' have contact cause I keep the bombest Car automatic, don't need a key to start it Know it's us just because of the weed aroma Lookin for me n***a I'm in the tree department With a doobie rolled up in the secret compartment Tryin to finish up this speech and get my diploma So I can get a crib where my OG can harvest and my n***as can ball I'm talkin so much weed that the sh** on the walls If it start growin in the spring it gets picked in the fall I'm used to goin to every cla** but I'm missin them all f**in with Mac smokin spliffs in the halls singin this song Like, n***as know me (know me) Blowin on the OG (OG) n***as know me (know me) Blowin on the OG (OG) [Outro] n***as know me, hahaha High school n***a Dev and Mac, Mac and Dev Put it in a zag Put it in a blunt Do what you want, uhh