Übersetzung: Class Act. Golden Mic.
shit I'm half privileged, think white and have nigger lips A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant Shit, I'll pass a class when my dad starts giving
it on a hook and fuckin' cast the shit I'm askin' that you faggot rap actors take action And get a hall pass for this class-act shit How the fuck I fit
like the way the light hit the ice and glare And I can see you boo from way over there [Chorus] [Verse 2] Face and body front and back, don't know how to act
Robbin' Black Cotton in God's eyes Speak Verse One: 2Pac Black Cotton Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's Class is in session the
gonna be a Thug Said he gonna be One day he's gonna be Said he wanna be Shorties gonna be a Thug [Verse One: 2Pac] He was a nice middle class
Niggas what are we going to do Walk blind into a line or fight Fight and die if we must like niggas This is for the masses the lower classes The ones
on that loser shit You on some movie shit Get out the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We wanna parlay wit you (50 Cent) I hate when bitches act
s only been three months an I already got it bad So hood that I keep on coming back My girlfriend's telling me I don't know how to act But I'm telling
ya our part is full of niggas I'm better than Magician I make rounds turn to cash, kush turn in to ash Heads turn into ass, my bum nigga the class Thats
by the way you act so hard you like my type of nigger Better bang in the back of the jeep and put a puncture in your liver I can tell by the way you act
've seen cold I've seen the women up front, way down below Ladies of the evening screaming, some were like vipers I've seen 'em dressed real tight, act
, I would achieve on this level And prove my teachers wrong cause they said I was a rebel, Who never would amount to nothing doin' what I want Always showin' up to class
] Its only been three months an i already got it bad So hood that i keep on comin back My girlfriends tellin me i dont know how to act but im tellin
I realize how many people came to see me Don't wanna slack or perform half-ass, I rock every show like this could be the last Class.. act and it's hard
real And don't be scared of who I was It taught me how to grab a mic And grow an appetite To sacrifice bougie rapper types Corny act-a-likes I've never
Finished Nope Not Jerry Seinfeld Whos This? Guess Who Back To Stay Get More Use Outta Class Than A Plastic Bag Moms Still Lookin At Me Like Act Your
and a beer Bodyslam MC's, have 'em runnin for clear And I'm a skinny white dude, I ain't nothin to fear (Class) More advanced than you technical cats
