Fuck School - Convicts

Haha, yeah

It’s that nigga y’all kicked out of school

And I told y’all I was gon' get y’all back

Fuck y’all, man

Every nigga and they mama want a diploma

Then when they get the motherfucker, they still be in a coma

But 3 say to hell with school 'cause I don’t give a fuck

With education you can still end up workin' on a trash truck

Teachers tryna run game and tell you, «Be a scholar»

Fuck that, I’ll drop out, sell dope and make dollars

Yo, I say the same damn thing drunk or sober

Cause the best part of school is when the motherfucker’s over

You

Teachers talkin' in your face with breath smellin' like they shit

That’s why today I’m a goddamn fool

Quote this from Lord 3−2, «Fuck school»

Fuck 'em, Mike

Do you love 'em?

I don’t love 'em

(I don’t love none of them hoes)

Yipes

That’s why they kicked us out

And I don’t love 'em

(They can suck a nigga’s dick)

I used to stay fucked up from either smokin' or drinkin'

Then leave before my second class 'cause my dick would do the thinkin'

I be back before lunch if a hoe bored me

Walkin' through the front door smellin' like her damn laundry

Now here comes Russell, I bet I break quickly

'Cause I know if he sees me he’s gonna fuck with me

Damn, «Where's your pass, Mr. Chris?»

«Aw man, I just ran out real quick to go and take a piss»

«Boy, you’re lyin, that story’s a front

You been kickin' that shit to me for the last past three months»

Off to the office, Russ knocks on the door, we hear a cough

I bet that nasty motherfucker in there jackin' off

Words I speak aren’t regretted

Just like I said we walk in, hah, the principal’s sweatin'

He said, «Chris straight up, I don’t have time today

But don’t come back to unless you see this bitch fly away»

I said peace, now it’s time for me to party up

Told the sucker to suck my dick, then tossed my forty up

My homies say, «Yo 3, you playin' some of ball?»

I said, «Fuck no,» he said, «Why,» I said, «I don’t love none of y’all»

I knew I’d never pass, that’s why I never went to class

So all you cock suckin' teachers can lecture my ass

Don’t get too trilly cause I ain’t that cool

I send this comment to Congress, hah — Fuck school

Fuck 'em

Cause I don’t love 'em

Mike don’t love 'em

Bido don’t love 'em

Crazy C don’t love 'em

None of the Rap-A-Lot posse love 'em, so fuck 'em

Teachers, some of you kids are stuck with 'em

But not Lord 3−2, why?

'Cause I can’t fuck with 'em

Fuck school, I shop it, it’s a must, no doubt

I couldn’t stay unless I’d pay or I’d get kicked out

It’s yo' damn decision, though, don’t have a fit

Put up with the shit and in the end watch what you get

A diploma or degree for the education losers

Me need that piece of shit?

Huh, when hell freezes

Or when cows jump hurdles and mice eat cats

Or me winnin' pool against Minnesota Fats

Bears singin' or alligators talkin'

People without legs in wheelchairs walkin'

It just ain’t happenin', G, I can’t see it

Though you want a edumacation?

So be it

You be the king of your actions, so rule

But me, myself, 3−2 say «Fuck school»

Haha

And you think I’m goin' back?

You got me fucked up

I ain’t never goin' back to school

Ain’t right not, Crazy C?

Drop that shit and play that bullshit, mane

Hold on to yo' edumacation

Yipes

Hold on to yo' edumacation

Yipes, yipes

Hold on, grab on, hold on

Yipes