Outkast Lyrics
"High
Schoolin'"
(feat. Slim Cutta Calhoun)
(Light it Up soundtrack)
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'
<Bell
rings>
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?
(fade)
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