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outkast – high schoolin’ lyrics

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life
ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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 pet-te talk, i’d rather have a n-gg- with a perm
ain’t got to have punk, on my side than a n-gg- who frontin’
to another n-gg-‘s interpretation of god-stuntin’
[unverified], 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 [unverified] 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 d-mn if you do not give a f-ck, ha
rack ’em up ‘cuz we bustin’

once was the n-gg- in the back of the cl-ss
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 sh-t 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 sh-t and uh
you know that uh we spit it
here the bomb jam now can you dig it?

got issues on my mind like a fool from columbine
will i swallow my pride or take that ride?
better think before my c-ck 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 n-gg- gon’ fold

stand down like four black vogues on goes
sn-tchin’ all the dough and leavin’ y’all broke
going all out for an a plus in cl-ss
i bust -ss walkin’ barefoot over broken gl-ss

now who gon’ p-ss player? you won’t last
see we all in the race just taking up sp-ce
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 sh-t, 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 sh-t 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 sh-t and uh
you know that uh we spit it
here the bomb jam now can you dig it?

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 b-mp 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 -ss-ssinate
go m-st-rb-t- you jack-off, n-gg- take the hat off

i’m a third year freshman, i started with the best of them
but now them n-gg-s done p-ssed 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

n-gg-s 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 sh-t and uh
you know that uh we spit it
here the bomb jam now can you dig it?

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