Текст, перевод и аккорды “Bacc 2 School”
- Man my daddy told me, boy when I was your age, I had to walk 13 miles to school I said, Oh, is that why you didn't graduate? [CHORUS:] Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys Finna go back to school, yeah (Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin?) With a mouthful of beer and a noseful of weed You know Im Finna act a fool, yeah [Verse 1:] Mama, Imma, go to the University of Smoking Marijuana (What?) All of my friends go to USC, so I'm gonna tag along and hit the bong with them Walkin' through the masses, lookin' for my classes I can't concentrate on the teacher, surrounded by titties and asses Spend a lot of money on some brand new clothes Tryin' to impress these brand new hoes Laugh every time I have sex with a chick, Baby don't know I'm an ex-convict Walkin' round the campus with my 'fro and pick Every twenty seconds I be grabbin' my dick Full of alcohol at the football games Doin more drugs than my nigga Rich James My GPA's droppin' at a very fast rate It would take a miracle for me to graduate Maybe I won't, maybe I will Stressed out, poppin' pills in my Coupe Deville [Chorus] [Verse 2:] How do I party (party) and still pass I hardly (hardly) ever go to class Got a golden eagle on my stolen Regal If you bought it from me, it's illegal 'Cause I'm Afroman, the educated crip On a rock cocaine scholarship Cook that crack until it's done I use that for my Negro college fund Broke minorities, sellin' dope to them bitches in sororities She's drinkin' one too many 40's She took her clothes off, now we're havin' orgys Baby I don't mean to act rude, But you told me you would never fuck a black dude Colt 45 must have got you in the mood, To eat a fat dick like sum soul food [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Hey homeboy, don't stress, I got the answers to the test, My college professer smokes a lot of grass, She's gonna make sure we pass, That's how you pass trigonometry, Sell dope to your teacher, use niggernometry On the microphone, there's not a rapper bomb as me, And under police pressure, nobody's calm as me Wait a minute, you know what's fucked up Black people in college act stuck up So self-concsious, and insecure, You wanna speak back, but you really ain't sure Look at me, what do you see? You see the Ol G you ashamed to be So fuck you, you pretty little rich frat boy, You can suck my dick just like that boy [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I said honey, (honey), you got some sexy looks, You need money (money), to buy your textbooks Get it wet, and I can get it hard, We can slide your vaginal credit card Computer girl, come to my house and be my tutor girl, Before we study, can we smoke a little Buddha, girl? Raise your shirt, lick the nipples on your hooters, girl Open up your legs, baby your the girl Stick out your tongue and let me shoot it, girl You was playin with my floppy, then my hard drive downloaded, Down your thoat, and fuckin exploded Tell your prejudice dad and mom, To email their comments to suck my dick.com Afro's the bomb, blowin' up like Vietnam [Chorus x2]
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