[Intro: DJ Drama & Pharrell]
Okay this today's lecture
On how it should be done
Yessir
Why I keep having to school y'all niggas?
[Verse 1]
Yo
Behind the door there was Gatman, who was also known for robbin'
Aquaman cooked the coke and kept the Superman saucy
A dirty nigga that wasn't known for washin'
[?] he didn't care what it cost him
Eventually the nigga started cookin' cre-ation nothing but the reverse of 12-B
The tumultuous life of Skateboard P
I hang with white people but you don't know me
I seen, niggas run down stood over and gunned down
One shot up in his arm, then he spun 'round
Now how does in front of his son sound?
And get his dog it was just one round
For the ready rock they smoke that shit on cans
I was rockin' flattops and rockin' slip-on Vans
Screamin' "Killa dude!", and rolling my pants up
As the ghetto bitches mixed the neighbourhood dances up
But this wasn't a soft place
Friendship villages threw the smile off ya face
Trainin' em young, they were schoolin' 'em mane
Fifteen killer niggas face cool as a fan
Told them "The right bullet hole will free one's soul
Let you control the block and get a ve-hicle"
So I, started pacin' the X of my situation
Then I became the bases of, see style's translation
Sure I'm on that brothership but I started thinking color-less
Like my favorite watch but I had to get the other wrist
Reporters like "Yo, so what you done good?"
Fall back bitch, I brought computers to the hood
Okay this today's lecture
On how it should be done
Yessir
Why I keep having to school y'all niggas?
[Verse 1]
Yo
Behind the door there was Gatman, who was also known for robbin'
Aquaman cooked the coke and kept the Superman saucy
A dirty nigga that wasn't known for washin'
[?] he didn't care what it cost him
Eventually the nigga started cookin' cre-ation nothing but the reverse of 12-B
The tumultuous life of Skateboard P
I hang with white people but you don't know me
I seen, niggas run down stood over and gunned down
One shot up in his arm, then he spun 'round
Now how does in front of his son sound?
And get his dog it was just one round
For the ready rock they smoke that shit on cans
I was rockin' flattops and rockin' slip-on Vans
Screamin' "Killa dude!", and rolling my pants up
As the ghetto bitches mixed the neighbourhood dances up
But this wasn't a soft place
Friendship villages threw the smile off ya face
Trainin' em young, they were schoolin' 'em mane
Fifteen killer niggas face cool as a fan
Told them "The right bullet hole will free one's soul
Let you control the block and get a ve-hicle"
So I, started pacin' the X of my situation
Then I became the bases of, see style's translation
Sure I'm on that brothership but I started thinking color-less
Like my favorite watch but I had to get the other wrist
Reporters like "Yo, so what you done good?"
Fall back bitch, I brought computers to the hood
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