[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