Knowmads - Schoolyard lyrics
[Knowmads - Schoolyard lyrics]
7: 30 in the morning
Alarm clock start singing
Better be important why my phone keep ringing
Had this dream last night bout
A Grammy we was winning
Yup it’s time to go and get it
So I'll be there in a minute
Plus you know I had da vision
So I guess it's bout time
I’ma take em back to school
Gon and meet me outside
Let me the burn CD, kill the Wheaties
Son hol’ up yeah I be getting cheefy hope
The PD don't roll up
Used to push a beater where
The windows wouldn't roll up
Now we finna blow up so I wrote a dope verse
Once we top charts bet they feelings gon hurt
I ain't worried bout dem marks
Son I did my homework
Now they all wanna copy, so I tell em no sir
Back in ‘07 I was skipping those lessons
I was too ill so I made it my profession
Yeah now they got hands up, ain't no question
Bag of Kush and this bag of books
Yeah we gon sell a million records
Or it’s back to these joogs
Homie I'ma bridge the gap
On these tracks understood
Still it's all good hall pass
Through these hoods like
Thursday couldn't focus enough
Who they talking bout
Word they ain't doper than us
I was spitting that game they
Were soaking it up
Yeah I was pitching that flame
They were smoking it tough
I hit my drug counselor said I
Got a ounce for ya
Loud Cali skunk in the trunk
I make it bounce for ya
Used to sip Jameson, back of the gymnasium
Packing out stadiums way before
The games begun
Out in the 213 you know the crew run deep
I got the truth on deck
I put the coupe on lease
Tryna do some’ right
But stuck with two left feet
I got the juice like Pac
I throw the deuce like peace
Break down science, make that math
Spit those lines, take you all around the map
Homie study that game
Go on and toss that trash
Seem like in the new school
Everybody get a pass
We gon take em back to classics
Sound like quest
We the freshest in the game
Nothing more nothing less
Yeah punkass dudes think they crew’s hard I
Tell em what the rules are
And if they got a problem
We could take it to the schoolyard
Always had a dream, had a dream to get it
Different day, different rhyme
Different beats per minute
Lotta styles been born off what we invented
Love and leave you wanting more
Cause I'm deeper in it
Told em one day you gon
Watch us from the bleachers
Did it on our own their ain't
Nothing you could teach us
You could always tell the
Kids would be somebody
It's a party baby girl look
What we done started ayy
Good Friday pushing on the highway
We just tryna kick it
Why you looking at me sideways
To’ed up rocking shows who could
Know what that'll pay
I was in the studio working on Saturdayzed
Used to say who got bars let me hear some
Blacktop, boombox to your eardrum
13 wasn't selling that ‘cane yet
Laying down tracks burnt down
Off a Train-wreck
Y'all be in that slow class
We ain't got no time for that
‘Fore you heard them KnowMads
They ain't play this kind of rap
Snakes get they shine snatched
You won't get that diamond back
Shake em out the tall grass
Y'all know where to find us at
Y'all be in that slow class
We ain't got no time for that
‘Fore you heard them KnowMads
They ain't play this kind of rap
Snakes get they shine snatched
You won't get that diamond back
Shake em out the tall grass
Y'all know where to find us at
Break down science, make that math
Spit those lines, take you all around the map
Homie study that game
Go on and toss that trash
Seem like in the new school
Everybody get a pass
We gon take em back to classics
Sound like quest
We the freshest in the game
Nothing more nothing less
Yeah punk ass dudes think they crews hard
I tell em what the rules are
And if they got a problem
We could take it to the schoolyard
Alarm clock start singing
Better be important why my phone keep ringing
Had this dream last night bout
A Grammy we was winning
Yup it’s time to go and get it
So I'll be there in a minute
Plus you know I had da vision
So I guess it's bout time
I’ma take em back to school
Gon and meet me outside
Let me the burn CD, kill the Wheaties
Son hol’ up yeah I be getting cheefy hope
The PD don't roll up
Used to push a beater where
The windows wouldn't roll up
Now we finna blow up so I wrote a dope verse
Once we top charts bet they feelings gon hurt
I ain't worried bout dem marks
Son I did my homework
Now they all wanna copy, so I tell em no sir
Back in ‘07 I was skipping those lessons
I was too ill so I made it my profession
Yeah now they got hands up, ain't no question
Bag of Kush and this bag of books
Yeah we gon sell a million records
Or it’s back to these joogs
Homie I'ma bridge the gap
On these tracks understood
Still it's all good hall pass
Through these hoods like
Thursday couldn't focus enough
Who they talking bout
Word they ain't doper than us
I was spitting that game they
Were soaking it up
Yeah I was pitching that flame
They were smoking it tough
I hit my drug counselor said I
Got a ounce for ya
Loud Cali skunk in the trunk
I make it bounce for ya
Used to sip Jameson, back of the gymnasium
Packing out stadiums way before
The games begun
Out in the 213 you know the crew run deep
I got the truth on deck
I put the coupe on lease
Tryna do some’ right
But stuck with two left feet
I got the juice like Pac
I throw the deuce like peace
Break down science, make that math
Spit those lines, take you all around the map
Homie study that game
Go on and toss that trash
Seem like in the new school
Everybody get a pass
We gon take em back to classics
Sound like quest
We the freshest in the game
Nothing more nothing less
Yeah punkass dudes think they crew’s hard I
Tell em what the rules are
And if they got a problem
We could take it to the schoolyard
Always had a dream, had a dream to get it
Different day, different rhyme
Different beats per minute
Lotta styles been born off what we invented
Love and leave you wanting more
Cause I'm deeper in it
Told em one day you gon
Watch us from the bleachers
Did it on our own their ain't
Nothing you could teach us
You could always tell the
Kids would be somebody
It's a party baby girl look
What we done started ayy
Good Friday pushing on the highway
We just tryna kick it
Why you looking at me sideways
To’ed up rocking shows who could
Know what that'll pay
I was in the studio working on Saturdayzed
Used to say who got bars let me hear some
Blacktop, boombox to your eardrum
13 wasn't selling that ‘cane yet
Laying down tracks burnt down
Off a Train-wreck
Y'all be in that slow class
We ain't got no time for that
‘Fore you heard them KnowMads
They ain't play this kind of rap
Snakes get they shine snatched
You won't get that diamond back
Shake em out the tall grass
Y'all know where to find us at
Y'all be in that slow class
We ain't got no time for that
‘Fore you heard them KnowMads
They ain't play this kind of rap
Snakes get they shine snatched
You won't get that diamond back
Shake em out the tall grass
Y'all know where to find us at
Break down science, make that math
Spit those lines, take you all around the map
Homie study that game
Go on and toss that trash
Seem like in the new school
Everybody get a pass
We gon take em back to classics
Sound like quest
We the freshest in the game
Nothing more nothing less
Yeah punk ass dudes think they crews hard
I tell em what the rules are
And if they got a problem
We could take it to the schoolyard