again All the new ideas are gone Is it true . I'm blue all over From pointing at myself Is it true now that it's over I should have checked myself
skill - baby! Aight baby? - Slim Shady. Kick eighty million rhymes, till I'm older than Grady Spilled gravy. - All over my damn navy blue avi. [Outro
can't teach you my swag You can pay for school but you can't buy class School of hard knocks I'm a grad And that all-blue yankee is my graduation cap
, over thornt from StimmerGroves, like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin when y'all bite, been had a coke and a smile, now I'm trippin off Yak & Sprite, y'all
cold and greased me where no one dared This was the moment I feared... "Now bend over!" This was the moment I feared... "Take your trowsers down, and bend over
that all-blue yankee is my graduation cap, and Hova, dipping different rovers whipping with the soda Hova could u even have any doubt that the doubter(?) is over
look like blue leather pants, nigga just iron chicken stains and jelly stains all in the ass of da pants... (You wanna talk about somebody jeans but nigga you cant spray cologne over
my swag You can pay for school but you can't buy class {"No one on the corner"} School of hard knocks I'm a grad And that all-blue Yankee is my graduation
gonna take over ya blocks lets go How I wish, how I wish you were here We're jus two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year Runnin over the
By the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen Who coulda predicted But the detectives who was fishin' Fucked up that the family had to see dad in his position All
on my mind, oh brother We've changed over time, so, brother, I'm keeping my eyes on you I bet you don't think I know no better but sanging the blues
bloke Who smells of weed smoke Don't act like you don't wanna know 'Cause we got the city on smash As the strobe lights flash All I do is drink more
Yeah, I know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach The economy boosted by the drugs they move in the street More clearer than the crystal sky, blue
in blue The system poisoned you, blew your cover, now what you supposed to do? I never let the faggot pull the trig first It won't be no American flag over
Verse 11: Master P] We ghetto fab, let our bling bling show Driveway like a dealership, don't walk no more We wiling out, all day, all night Cus this
white boy, lived like a gypsy all my life One in a billion born with a baby-face like mine Got these boots made for rockin', kickin' ass and steppin' over
here of things we talked about The ugliness you see's just me inside out And what I just don't know Is what I think about it I don't know at all Don't
