The Classmates - Brain $torm lyrics

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Brain storm, pick it up, oh
Hit up the mall, cop it all, oh oh, oh oh
Good go, sip it up slow
Good go, sip it up (Travis & Jason music)
Good go, sip it up slow
Turn up the radio, and off we go
(oh oh, oh oh)

Uh, yeah

I swear this shit kinda fit funny
Finally getting laid and they went
Off and told on me
The stripper getting paid
Getting rich is for broke dummies
If she a snow bunny, that's 50 of yo money
(hmmm, Uh) Here we go again
Two more girls turn to four lesbians
On the couch sexing em, sex-sexing em, dawg
They look chewie, I'm breast-festing em
Seniority is good, Alumni is great
But who gon boot the Dean if
The bitch got a fade i'm getting extra laid
You getting extra laid off! (Diamonds)
Hit, Then I cough, Then I'm gone, cause!

Brain storm, pick it up, oh
Hit up the mall, cop it all, oh oh, oh oh
Good go, sip it up slow
Turn up the radio, and off we go
(oh oh, oh oh)

Stadium's packed, look who just blew in
Coming off the rebound like Patrick Ewing
Getting poe'd up with Oilers in Houston
Back when the Benz was just tinted, Cruising
Stadium's packed, look who just blew in
Coming off the rebound like Patrick Ewing
Getting poe'd up with the Oilers in Houston
Back when the Benz was just tinted, Cruising
My brother told me that we
Could break the game and when I woke
I swear that we would think the same
But what I think of life
I just think of as a game
But why didn't I spend a
Couple stacks on a chain please the company
Can we bring on the beers?
Cheers, to the homies and
The three musketeers
We getting hot all around global warming
Bust a nut now
All these chicks stay swarming
Churping, and when I wake up in the morning
I see the sun shine
Beaming on something foreign
I got a couple mags, full of jags
I let my pants sag
Middle finger from the ass bitch!

Brain storm, pick it up, oh
Hit up the mall, cop it all, oh oh, oh oh
Good go, sip it up slow
Turn up the radio, and off you go, oh oh
Oh oh (Im good right now, nice)

Damn, I've been wanting my own shit
When I get the hands out
Like what I'm gon' get
Why do everybody gotta have some of yo shit
Why do everybody gotta have some of yo shit
Why do everybody gotta have some of yo shit
And when they don't get it
Then they say you on hoe shit
Fuck y'all, what's mine that's mine
And when your shit original
The niggas tryna take your design
That may seem kinda sour
I was building the line
Broke niggas tell lies to
Make the greater decline
Now ain't that uncredible
I'm so incredible that I can take a
Fat bitch and make that hoe edible
Train rack medical, taste kinda professional
Square my niggas off
It's like they live in the sectional
Good shit, show it all
What you say? I'm hood rich
I don't have to rap about
Babesters that I would get so much paper
I could probably make a book quick
Tell your girl to hold the stack
But I can make her look dick

Brain storm, pick it up, oh
Hit up the mall, cop it all, oh oh, oh oh
Good go, sip it up slow
Turn up the radio, and off you go, oh oh
Oh oh

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