The Convicts - f** School lyrics

Haha Yeah It's that n***a y'all kicked out of school And I told y'all I was gon' get y'all back f** y'all man [ Lord 3-2 ] Every n***a and they mama want a diploma Then when they get the motherf**er, they still be in a coma But 3 say to hell with school cause I don't give a f** With education you can still end up workin on a trash truck Teachers tryina run game and tell ya, "Be a scholar" f** that, I'll drop out, sell dope and make dollars Yo, I say the same damn thing drunk or sober Cause the best part of school is when the motherf**er's over You ( ? ) Teachers talkin in your face with breath smellin like they sh** That's why today I'm a goddamn fool Quote this from Lord 3-2 - f** school f** 'em, Mike Do you love 'em? I don't love 'em (I don't love none of them hoes) Yipes That's why they kicked us out And I don't love 'em (They can s** a n***a's dick) [ Lord 3-2 ] I used to stay f**ed up from either smokin or drinkin Then leave before my second cla** cause my dick would do the thinkin I be back before lunch if a hoe bored me Walkin through the front door smellin like her damn laundry Now here comes Russell, I bet I break quickly Cause I know if he sees me he's gonna f** with me Damn - "Where's your pa**, Mr. Chris?" "Aw man, I just ran out real quick to go and take a piss" "Boy you're lyin, that story's a front You been kickin that sh** to me for the last past three months" Off to the office, Russ knocks on the door, we hear a cough ( ? ) I bet that nasty motherf**er in there jackin off Words I speak aren't regretted Just like I said we walk in, hah, the principal's sweatin He said, "Chris straight up, I don't have time today But don't come back to ( ? ) unless you see this b**h fly away" I said peace, now it's time for me to party up Told the s**er to s** my dick, then tossed my forty up My homies say, "Yo 3, you playin some of ball?" I said, "f** no," he said, "Why," I said, "I don't love none of y'all" I knew I'd never pa**, that's why I never went to cla** So all you co*ks**in teachers can lecture ( ? ) my a** Don't get too trilly cause I ain't that cool I send this comment to Congress, hah - f** school f** 'em Cause I don't love 'em Mike don't love 'em Bido don't love 'em Crazy C don't love 'em None of the Rap-A-Lot posse love 'em, so f** 'em [ Lord 3-2 ] Teachers, some of you kids are stuck with 'em But not Lord 3-2, why, cause I can't f** with 'em f** school, I shop it, it's a must, no doubt I couldn't stay unless I'd pay or I'd get kicked out It's yo damn decision, though, don't have a fit Put up with the sh** and in the end watch what you get A diploma or degree for the education losers Me need that piece of sh**? Huh, when hell freezes Or when cows jump hurdles and mice eat cats Or me winnin pool against Minnesota Fats Bears singin or alligators talkin People without legs in wheelchairs walkin It just ain't happenin, G, I can't see it Though you want a edumacation? So be it You be the king of your actions, so rule But me myself 3-2 say - f** school Haha And you think I'm goin back? You got me f**ed up I ain't never goin back to school Ain't right not, Crazy C? Drop that sh** and play that bullsh**, mane Hold on to yo edumacation Yipes Hold on to yo edumacation Yipes, yipes Hold on, grab on, hold on Yipes