Lyrics:
biology
I love to teach high school, high school
I need to teach high school, high school
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,
Eight
Counterclockwise you're going in
Seven, Six, Five, Four
Counterclockwise you're going in
Three, Two, One, Twelve-, Time
Let me in, let me closer
the floor
When your momma says you're stopping,
But girl, let me tell you more:
If he's ninety five or twenty two,
A boy's gonna do what he's gonna do,
He
I say, I say, I say, I say
1, 2, 3, 4 out of 5 ain't bad
And once you're in
It really doesn't feel so crap
You win, you win just a little but
my lock in a sock
Beat the fucker down the cell block
Five C.O.s to me to the hole
One said, "Knowledge born (we're in control)"
It's the real
a different era
When great fat Cadillacs roamed the earth
Oh, it's a small world on a two-inch t.v.
Yes, it's a small world on a two-inch t.v. screen
she can be my mistress
Pop the P, like it's just for me
'Bout three G's, hangin' out of G-string V
I don't see nothin' wrong wit the hump
Damn,
down the drain.
But it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows,
No one owns a piece of my time.
And there's a five o'clock me inside my clothes,
Loco gringos like a party with five bails of, hay!
Jumpin' in the dumpster with pepe, ole!
Loco gringos like a party
And they like their women firm
through thick and thin, V.L. got my back
Chorus
Second Verse: [Baby]
Fuckin' break these kees down to quarter kees
Let Vamp run em all in the Third Ward
is still that way if you ask about it
Camp boys flyin' five steps at a time
Well the eyeball of my cockroach
Is your only guiding light
Through
got finished winning five dice games
Never brag about my rims is my mind frame
But then my 20's turn to 22's and my mind changed
Swanging lanes
di gateman busy
Stylee Lord, you know di gateman busy
Ongle we Lord, make him collect money
Ongle we Lord, make him cut nuff money (Hey)
Five dollar,
I need a Lupita
Type of chick I could vibe with
Hold the Draco for me, slide with
Rick Owen boots make her 6'5"
But when she fuckin', she 5
R, Ferrari, got me ridin' both lane
Three hunnid on the watch, five hunnid on this chain
Just imagine how far a nigga came
You can't imagine how
that defied rhymes will force the blind eye
To see that I was in the white Rolls Royce with five .9's
When you was pretendin' to be the white Royce da
Dee five chains on
Versace, them rings on it
Say my fucking name ho
Yea them diamonds so cool
Yea that old school mine fool
Never heard about you
All my
and drive
Feel so alive
I'm doin' ninety-five
I drink and drive
I feel so alive
I drink and drive
Early morning and the freeway's deserted
Like it's
limit's twenty five
And when the sun goes down
I'll make it with my cutie pie
Weh me say
Pretty little women
Sexy as can be
Sweet as a honey
Sting
a plan, got a plan, got a plan yea
He call L-O-V-E
Catch the beat out-o-on the street (Oh no-no!)
I hear political resolutions
Cast the vote - launch
... and see this motherfucker named Peter
Tried to stick me for five bricks but his broads the schemer
(Rah Digga)
Word is bond, I murder any bitch
1-2-0-2-2's,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11, 3-5-0,
We doin' dirt, niggas doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt,
Little shorty hood, a little nigga no good
My twenty-five weighs a ton so run
I'm cockin back on your black ass be and it's like that
on this and get dissed
Hey yo I'm takin it Uptown, and niggas know my name
Little shorty insane, so feel the pain
And the wrath of the five foot murder
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