(Cause I ain't out like a sucka, no way)
I College Remix.
I hate but love all the parties, kegs and crushing bottles of Bacardi, king of the I'd rather lay up with a hottie, single mean I'm lookin for somebody.
say they drink, blaze up, but hardly, poppin PK, skeet, a bit of molly, am I out my mind most say prolly, but I've been on my grind puff an of that coli. (Coli)
Pack my bag no didnt drop me off, I off, saw some herbs all wearin Lacoste, a dudes in pennies must a played lacrosse, my duffle and I hustle through the dormitory doors.
Of course my lived on the same floor, soon to trees get down to pound pros, down to ho's, out of tempo, is flow developed to tha town of his voice.
I hate college but love laid, life swagger at night when the sun fades, check my sun talkin bout upgrades, I can't see the haters no more I great.
My eyes 20/20 so with skies gray, I'm loved by the what mo can I say, I'm just paid workin like a slave, between school, athletics, and music all day.
So invite ya to come play, gave you the invite if you it don't complain, if ya get a kiss but miss know that's lame, get it in wit wizzy I'ma yo man.
Sweatin no fan can contain, short to pull up but to amaze, I'm lookin to tours in these place, seein the pop in tho bottles of champagne.
Dear lord your name in vain, all these in college that I made, well well my off the chain, I'll last a hours tomorrow go insane.
I hate but love all the parties, finishing kegs and crushing of Bacardi, king of the class I'd lay up wit a hottie, single doesn't mean I'm for somebody.
Some say drink, blaze up, but hardly, poppin PK, skeet, a bit of molly, am I out my mind people say prolly, but I've been on my puff an ounce of that coli. (Coli)
I hate college but all the parties, finishing and crushing bottles of Bacardi, of the class I'd rather lay up wit a hottie, single doesn't I'm lookin for somebody.
Some say they drink, up, but hardly, poppin PK, skeet, a bit of molly, am I out my mind most say prolly, but I've been on my grind puff an of that coli. (Coli)
I can't sleep my God damn teach, assignin essays due at the end of each week, but do he know I gotta show by the beach, watchin girls flash Wizzy way more they teeth.
They mad I'd rather learn flows in they plans, but sit me asking, "Do you get the message Sam?", this is your you need school to get right, Nah, "Music is my sun and you my light".
And if I blow, get hot and ignite, my life full of lyin my money gets nice, well money's not you'll only get greedier, shit did a life a whole lot easier.
And my gets a whole lot cheesier, Domino's put steak gettin meatier, but school's good for one I must add, and that's a plethora of my vocab.
Whole bags of verbs I must grab, and throw down like a rich bar tab. (Tab tab)
I I college but love all the parties, finish finishing kegs and crushing of Bacardi, I king of the class I'd lay up wit a hottie, single doesn't I'm lookin for somebody.
some say they drink, blaze up, but hardly, poppin PK, sket, a bit of molly, am I out my most people say prolly, but I've been on my grind puff an ounce of coli. (Coli coli)