poppa's goin' crazy [repeat] I still remember when I met her I could her forget it was cold outside I gave her my sweater walk her from school cause
put on those headphones and just listened As the murals on my wall turned to kingdom from a prison I hear them singing (Chorus) Keep your head up high Keep mine deep in the ground Hide away
Young MC, and I'm the one you should choose 'Cause when the music comes in, the beat starts thumpin' And I'm the only man to keep the girlies high jumpin
, uh-uh, forget it" There was nothin' I could do, I tried to relax I got dressed up in those ancient artifacts And when I walked in to school, it was
, no way, uh uh, forget it" There was nothing I could do, I tried to relax I got dressed up in those ancient artifacts And when I walked into school,
they pushed him on down That's when he saw me, called out my name And I turned my back and just walked away Yeah, I turned my back and just walked away
t see I.." "It's time for this real nigga shit.." [Freddie Foxxx] When I was small I made pause tapes for "Super Sperm" Rappin in high school, drinkin
away Reelin', rollin', reelin', rollin' Reelin', rollin', reelin', rollin' Roll away Reelin', rollin', reelin', rollin' Reelin', rollin', reelin', rollin' Roll away Roll away
I'm on my second wind Used to roll dice when the luck was on my side man Four-five-six, walked away with a grand man Seen many blocks turn to the Twilight
Buh, Bu, Bu, Bumpy Knucks Niggas can't see I It's time for this real nigga shit When I was small I made pause tapes for "Super Sperm" Rappin' in high school
remember if i have on any underwear i get up and walk away i never even knew this stuff was here the twirling music, the games, the money this commune
everything is easy And day - I'm gonna make her mine I've thought of every word I'd say Give or take a few But she turns and slowly walks away What
fields plowed under Cigarettes, Southern Comfort With your friends behind the bleachers It's not this dance, he?s gonna be there In the high school gym
I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope you black out before you see the cops I ain't High Top from Colors, I'm from Cedar Block What i got in my high
can think of anyone, we sure could use an extra guy for this year's musical. Come along, Buck. BUCK: Yes, Candi. ZANNA: The school musical, huh? I think
done get shot From at least about five years ago when I was in junior high goin to Marshall The homey use to come up to the school and rock and leave
shit didn't pop Right away they got caught slippin And Mike really started trippin After a couple months he droped out of school Now we all day kickin