Yes, we bout to take it back to highschool
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Being on the nice tabletops, bishop and nice food
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Cooler than i sip a nice classic or when I play pool
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Domino fat scraps blowing up like fatty coop
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Sipping out broken, ain¡¯t no picture playing violin
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Higher man, something that i spit like a fireman
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I am what I am, like popeye innovecent
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Man hot damn, you¡¯re not flier higher than
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Yours truly, unruly, can¡¯t move me
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You moolie, you stooly,
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I¡¯ll kidnap your cutie, take her back
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To my flat and make a porno movie
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Bust a nut on her back and let it trickle down her booty
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Like nuts and shoes, sluts gonna choose
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That pimp with a limp in them crispy white shoes
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Airforce, full force , that¡¯s what I¡¯m about
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So don¡¯t try to kid playboy, get knocked the fuck out
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It¡¯s lunch time, beat on the tables
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We don¡¯t have to rewind
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Smashing us tickets then we¡¯re cut in the line
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Before time is up, put down your books
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And bust your rhyme
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It¡¯s lunch time, beat on the tables
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We don¡¯t have to rewind
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Smashing us tickets then we¡¯re cut in the line
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Before time is up, put down your books
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And bust your rhyme
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I¡¯m definitely in the house, you know?
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Most definitely, I flow slow so effortlessly
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I¡¯m so low, but who know go second like me
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My whole record is gree, I¡¯m on record indeed
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The whole west is with me nigga
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What you mean, like you ain¡¯t fucking with o consecutive street
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Go and collect you degree, I¡¯m throwing records for G¡¯s
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A hundred G¡¯s I breathe for 40 seconds and leave
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Yeah, I¡¯m hit to backburn game
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That¡¯s why I play the corner like path certain, yeah
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Bishop Lamont in war in G, war with me
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Niggas get caught, the shit that you drop is boring me
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I figured you flop, the minute the plot
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Is finished, I pin it and stop
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Off the rocks, unorthodox, until the coffin locks
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Yeah, often job for the love
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Because I ain¡¯t off the block
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It¡¯s lunch time, beat on the tables
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We don¡¯t have to rewind
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Smashing us tickets then we¡¯re cut in the line
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Before time is up, put down your books
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And bust your rhyme
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It¡¯s lunch time, beat on the tables
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We don¡¯t have to rewind
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Smashing us tickets then we¡¯re cut in the line
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Before time is up, put down your books
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And bust your rhyme
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Lunch Time
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| Bishop Lamont |
