I'm the king of rock, there is none higher Sucker MC's should call me sire To burn my kingdom, you must use fire I won't stop rockin' till I retire Now
standin on the corner every day a cocked hand gun and a sack full of yay i am up north californIA frisco to be exact i put my city on high school jersey
C and Block in here, T.I.P. Yung Joc in here That means more pill popping, chicks pop in here We over here, yeah, tell them this is how high Popping rubber bands
goin' to (High school) Rah, rah, rah (High school) Sis, boom, bah (High school) Hey, hey, hey You better get out of the way (High school) Rah, rah, rah (High school
I slept last night in a good hotel I went shopping today for jewels The wind rushed around the dirty town And the children let out from their schools
Eh yo what up Jerm beats crazy bout to get my drink on Go to one of them high school parties you know what I'm sayin Eh yo if you got a cup put it up
of a thousand engines, singin' that old familiar tune And now yakety yak and don't talk back When a guy lay me down with my Pontiac Tell those high school
It's our last chance to share the stage Before we go our separate ways High school wasn't meant to last forever It's our last chance for us to shine To
rebel yell I won't live to tell, so if you do Give the next generation a big FUCK YOU Who knew I'd blow up like Oaklahoma Said fuck high school, pissed
their wives And they'll talk about, the best days of their lives In my high school In my high school In my high school In my high school
Later on outside the Tastee Freeze Tommy slips something on her hand He says my high school ring will have to do 'Til I can buy a wedding band Her
used like a toy And workin' a nine to five Well I worked like a fool 'til after done with high school Just to form a rock and rollin' band But the streets
thousand three And to all the girls from back in high school Who actually spoke to me Even though I was a fat kid and a marching band geek I hope this
heart up Right there anyone could see This shirt is the one I wore to every boring high school dance Where the boys ignored the girls And we all pretended to like the band
, that's censorship, dumb bitch The constitution says we all got a right to speak Say what we want tip, your argument is weak Censor records, tv, school
the girl on my shoulder Told me everything's gonna be all right And everything was gonna be all right Yeah, maybe we were in high school But you never
ways disguised as a craze Uh, got your back Against the status they be thrownin' up at us Back against the wall again High trees catch a lot of wind, oh Last band
Kid Back To The Board, An Extravagant Crib, I'm On The Toilet Watchin Martin Just Laughin & shyt Don't Know Why I Get High, But I Get High, I Get High