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