[Kurupt]
Once upon a time in the ghetto, when I was livin` low
When it was all about your cash flow
Mind over matter, money over bitches
Young, hard, top dogg, `6-4 with all the switches
Catatonic, automatic backpack packin`
I had tactics to enhance my chips drastic
I touched the school grounds, hollerin` Let`s Play House
Bumpin` Dogg Food on my dogg`s on they way out
This is my zone, so stay out
Tryin` to invades, gettin` old and played out
I gots the - cutest skirts that like to flirt
When the heat`s hot, the panties droppin` to the dirt
Fly as a Maserati
What`s up baby, this Daz Dillinger
And my name`s Young Gotti
[Daz Dillinger]
It`s about lunch time, bail out of class, what it see like?
Mob down the hall, me and my dogg`s into street life
Cause ain`t no tellin` what my life might be like
School trouble-maker, pickin` for a street fight
Who rock the spot, who rock the spot? - Young Daz
All alone, I`m down to mash, my jealous school mates mad
Bail with a hardcore attitude, be on a attitude, a rude boy
Gangsta puts it down so harsh on the crew
Those who disobey the laws should pay the consequences
Your punishment`s are swat`s, detention, or suspension
45 minute detention, and I`m still in effect
I`m on my way back to gym, I spot my girl, little Kim
I get the digits, tell Young Gotti let`s ride
Five minutes left, we all bombed out fully and high
[Kurupt]
Soon as the bell rings, I got a song to sing
I got future plans of smugglin` gram`s and ki`s
I missed my first class, my thoughts flooded with visions of cash
And my rivalries, intentions to mash
With these goofy ass hoes
Goofy ass MC`s and goofy ass flows
Wannabe G`s, how you gon` roam like you hard?
You in my zone nigga, I own the school yard
A high school grad - nah I`m a high school mack
Rollin` to my high school with a mack, gettin` high off contact
I want your name and your number `cause you look kinda new
I don`t recognize your face, did you come from a different school?
I had to get it all clear since we all here
Fattest ass I seen all year
I`m all up on her, like socks and shoes
With a glock and the game of a gangsta, I can`t lose
[Outro: Daz]
Let`s catch the bus man, we outta here
We headed back to the hood
See y`all tomorrow
Have my money, have my lunch
Suckas!... ha ha
