High Schoolin' Lyrics - Outkast

Life 

Ooooh, yeeeeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

[Big Boi] 

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 petite talk, I'd rather have a nigga with a perm 

Ain't got to have punk, on my side than a nigga who frontin 

To another nigga's interpretation of god-stuntin 

(?) 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 (?) 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 damn if you do not give a fuck, ha! 

Rack 'em up 'cuz we bustin' 

Once was the nigga in the back of the class who never said nothing 

His thought became an amplifier 

I live for inspiration, for without that, I will die (go!) 

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Here the bomb jam now can you dig it? 

Don't stop and uh don't quit cuz uh 

We own that high school shit 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 shit and uh 

You know that uh we spit it 

Here the bomb jam now can you dig it? 

[Slim Cutta-Calhoun] 

Got issues on my mind like a fool from Columbine 

Will I swallow my pride or take that ride? 

Better think before my cock 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 nigga gon' fold 

Stand down like four black vogues on goes 

Snatchin' all the dough and leavin' y'all broke 

Going all out for an A plus in class 

I bust ass walkin' barefoot over broken glass 

Now who gon' pass player? You won't last 

See we all in the race just taking up space 

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 shit, like we high schoolin' 

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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 shit 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 shit and uh 

You know that uh we spit it 

Here the bomb jam now can you dig it? 

[Dre] 

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 bump 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 assassinate 

Go masturbate you jack-off, nigga take the hat off 

I'm a third year freshman, I started with the best of them 

But now them niggas done passed 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 

Niggas 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 shit and uh 

You know that uh we spit it 

Here the bomb jam now can you dig it? 

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