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  • Life

    Ooooh, yeeeeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah



    [Big Boi]

    Yeah yeah uh

    Been always told to keep my head up

    But three shakes just don't cut the cake when your necktie 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 nigga with a perm

    Ain't got to have punk, on my side than a nigga who frontin

    To another nigga's interpretation of god-stuntin

    (?) Why both a president'll be a swat 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 (?) 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 fuck, ha!

    Rack 'em up 'cuz we bustin'

    Once was the nigga in the back of the class who never said nothing

    His thought became an amplifier

    I live for inspiration, for without that, I will die (go!)



    Here the bomb jam now can you dig it?

    Don't stop and uh don't quit cuz uh

    We own that high school shit and uh

    You know that uh we spit it

    Here the bomb jam now can you dig it?

    Don't stop and uh don't quit cuz uh

    We own that high school shit and uh

    You know that uh we spit it

    Here the bomb 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 cock get slide and take a dive

    Into this hot pit like ball of grease

    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 nigga gon' fold

    Stand down like four black vogues on goes

    Snatchin' all the dough and leavin' y'all broke

    Going all out for an A plus in class


  • I bust ass walkin' barefoot over broken glass

    Now who gon' pass 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 off runnin' past

    So who you think you foolin? We can get to dueling

    On some old school shit, like we high schoolin'







    There he is!



    Get him!



    (Don't run! Don't run!)



    Yeah, sucker! What'cha gon' do now? What'cha gon' do now sucker?



    Don't stop and uh don't quit cuz uh

    We own that high school shit and uh

    You know that uh we spit it

    Here the bomb jam now can you dig it?

    Don't stop and uh don't quit cuz uh

    We own that high school shit and uh

    You know that uh we spit it

    Here the bomb jam now can you dig it?



    [Dre]

    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 assassinate

    Go masturbate you jack-off, nigga take the hat off

    I'm a third year freshman, I started with the best of them

    But now them niggas done passed 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

    Niggas 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 shit and uh

    You know that uh we spit it

    Here the bomb jam now can you dig it?



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