When I went to school When I went to school When I went to school in Olympia Well everyone's the same What do you do with a revolution? When I went to
hom-- and my homies all singin' to it, 3oh...3oh!3, I ain't callin' for a close-up, No clubs, no cars, bitches with the nose jobs, No dubs, no stars,
cute How you niggaz follow suits so well? These barrels encompass the heat from hell Nigga the Franchise of Star Trak sales, uh I ain't in to fat lippin', I'm in to gat
'm 90 proof And for all you head beaters The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters While Mamasitas carry real heaters I rock the Dooby And L rocks
or get cut wit ya own blade The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg Nigga I'm sick o' them full-blown AIDS And my block got more rocks, than the stone
mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks Fuck that
ya at In a 18-wheeler blowin' my horn-horn Granddad in the field pickin' beans and corn-corn Mama never saw that a star was born-born Mama said star
mountains with poems, got a jones for dinero 160, my song, we throwin' elbows The hoes cling, sho thing, we know kings Only dime dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens Yeah we wild like rock stars
real, you a live nigga, rock ya five in ya slippers like them other five guys in ya picture Come on, watch, I'm the star of the show, so blow then Mothafucka
Benjamins. Nigga been in this shit since '92 sure caught beef with u know look at all the bullshit l been thru who fuck a few female stars or two then
can get a buck-fifty quick, a thin one Before rap I had a drug dealer's income {"Put some money on it"} Master Jason God on the rocks with a splash of
[Chorus - Pusha T] I ain't in to fat lippin I'm into gat grippin A cat slippin, is a cat drippin Why I say that? The cat slippin, the mac's spittin,
and froze? What was you thinkin' when you sold that crown You coulda been 'bout three blocks down Hittin' gates and gateways and all that Kept all the cash, the yay and the gat
in the hummer Better be on some platnium shit Roley bling bling, keep a gat wanna snap it Been well known to react quick When they see I got a star,
as a rap star, you dealing with crack gods Cookin' the crack hard, lead the crack jars All of the chips, the crib with the backyard Pull out the gat
quit like snoop, we smokin' our bud Nigga you not hard, you just a pop star You sweet in the middle, you remind me of a pop tart You had a head start
