| Oh, oh, school’s back in session,
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| Time to welcome a new class of freshmen.
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| True that, new fat selection.
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| New cats that I have not messed with, yet.
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| Then, of course, you’ve got the rest of the underdressed,
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| But they don’t rap any more yards than a runner-back.
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| I keep pumping that, I keep coming back,
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| I’t a cold …, a cold rag over this brother’s back.
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| How you love me now? |
| I bring the ruckus, jack,
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| Gotta mind on the buses on the College Ave.
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| Told mine she should holler back,
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| I don’t even go to school here, but I got a …
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| Huh, a … have a heart attack.
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| Like I don’t pound nothing, like I don’t have class,
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| Matter’o’fact, I was the head of mine, bastards,
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| Fucking nazis, a new … campus.
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| If you don’t know how to play, aye,
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| No stopping, confronting 'till the break of day.
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| Lots of love will make you fever, fever.
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| Lots of questions will make you fever, fever.
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| New guys are here to pay, get me ass kicked,
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| Play it same, fuck the fever, fever.
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| Uh, don’t’t hate player, congratulate,
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| Status: great. |
| I wish you all had my grace!
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| When’s the last time you even had a date?
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| I run through half a state before they graduate.
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| I don’t gotta exaggerate, I had my way with these kittens,
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| Dog, I piss cat away! |
| I sit back and make them chase me,
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| And it still don’t even phase me. |
| Play me the Yates, D!
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| Man, I’ve got all sorts of stories.
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| I roll shorties in dormitories.
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| Yeah, from the women in Livingston,
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| To the ones in darkness, I be killing them.
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| Even get it popped off, I stalk Harlem,
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| Better yet, got my rocks off at Rock off,
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| Don’t matter if I’m gonna drop the wrong foot.
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| And don’t even get me started on pussy,
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| Campus, that is.
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| Look, if you don’t know how to play, aye,
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| No stopping, confronting 'till the break of day.
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| Lots of love will make you fever, fever.
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| Lots of questions will make you fever, fever.
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| New guys are here to pay, get me ass kicked,
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| Play it same, fuck the fever, fever.
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| One night, after the club, I had the fever.
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| Need to sell them cheap, and fast,
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| My man said there’s a whole scene of that,
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| Right near here, next a little strip called Easton Ave.
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| A’ight, cool, that’s what it is,
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| Lemi said it was the move for a fat bitch.
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| I’ve got no pig on my mind.
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| I was already looking at this lady’s behind.
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| I said, excuse me, miss, but what’s up with the uniform?
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| You know this isn’t a seminary school no more!
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| But that skirt look like you in catholic school.
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| She said, you must be one of them cooked animals.
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| Never mind all that, ok? |
| Look. |
| Let me get to the reconnect on Facebook.
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| My man say, hey, you better have them condoms,
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| 'cause if not, the fever be the least of your problems.
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| Look, if you don’t know how to play, aye,
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| No stopping, confronting 'till the break of day.
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| Lots of love will make you fever, fever.
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| Lots of questions will make you fever, fever.
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| New guys are here to pay, get me ass kicked,
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| Play it same, fuck the fever, fever.
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| Oh, and that ain’t cool.
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| I know the definition of the R U Screwed.
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| Oh, and that ain’t cool.
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| I know the definition of the R U Screwed. |