Dropout Boogie

You're going to school?

Don't wanna miss that, blood

Go on and get that honky education

You might be big someday, president

(Fuck school!)

Go to school, go to school, dropped out when I heard that

Too busy tryna figure out where the birds at

And them broads all stopped when I half

They tryna throw me in detention, in Spofford

But I prospered, unlike they intended

You had on suspenders, I was gettin' suspended

Posted up outside in my street clothes

Principals tried to keep me out the hall like Pete Rose

Gambling, popped 'em all with a six

Four bogies and malt liqs, alcoholics

Yesterday E&J, brought rum out today

Tappin' bottles like, "Warriors, come out to play"

These meddling kids was peddling mids

We sold that high grade like nerds I paid to solve a square root for me

That's why both the goon and the square root for me

But if I went back in time, I would dare

Be that geek sittin' front the class doing his homework

Preppin' to be somebody in life

Instead of roaming the streets with my mom's kitchen knife

She didn't even buy it when I told it

Like, "We bought the whole set from IKEA, I know you stole it"

Snuck around real cowardly

Took a metro to go uptown to cop sour D

Never chill downtown on Bowery

Was either my hood, Flatbush, Harlem or the Bronx

Out of my mind, straight lunacy

Avoidin' truancy and chasin' new pussy

You see where that took me

All those years of not paying bookies and playin' hooky

Never danced at the prom

I did the dropout boogie

I don't wanna listen, I don't believe in this kinda system

And let me tell ya, I'm 20 years old

And I know a lot, understand?

For my age, I know a lot

And where did I learn it? In the streets

Because the school couldn't do nothing for me

Stick wit' it baby, some day you might be king

Remained true to the task

Got bad grades still stayed doing the math

Prom night, packin' bones in a flask

Chaperone maricón let him in with the mask

Envisioning cocking the hammer and letting it blast

Feasible then, with cameras ain't gettin' a pass

And that's trash

Deserve worse for late night meddlin'

Villain irate, still be quite the gentleman

The off-beat's two left hooks, stewed pork meat

Snowing powdered sugar saying, "New York's sweet"

'Til they blind-sided, high speed on a cross street

Or swipe a MetroCard down they face to the raw meat

Remember classmates, some of 'em bad apes

Hallway jooks to bathroom gang-rapes

Property deface ass bet dice games for mad papes

Windows shatter, just blame the brown dude when the glass breaks

And thank the public school system for providing new landscapes

Deficit in attention, honorable mention for detention

Actions, foul language, words and unleashed tensions

Often probably resulted in suspension

As they say

Another vay-cay, melee, and yoke up a teacher on payday

Or roll the reefer up, say, "Hey!"

Then go get the Le Tigres and the lees off layaway

Stepped off then bounced

Couldn't deal on a day-to-day

Dropout boogie, repeat the steps or pave the way, okay?

Yo no se

Shalom, instructor told you, "Stay at home today"

His favorite class, got along with the Jew kids

And still cool up 'til now, is you stupid?

It's all about commerce, regardless who bomb first

More like who stay calm when the drama burst