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!)

 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'



 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?

 (fade