High School (Bonus Track) Lyrics By Snoop Dogg
Big Mac, big sack, like this, like that
Big man on campus, I'll be right back
Like Mike, like Mac, my life, my bike
Menace, more business
In the beginnin' a po' student
But ended up bein' a chemist
24/7, Devin, my **** committed
Classmates, ended up as my road dawg
I showed him how to live, how to ball till we fall
Harder it is, make you much smarter, dawg
Follow instructions, changed up the dialogue
Manifest no stress, life is a big test
Will you fail or will you pass?
Smoke grass, trim trees
Tryna find some air to breath
Miss her, please, baby, baby, please
Diplomas, gown, caps and degrees
These are necessities in life you need
So I'ma get it
Focused, committed, fifteen years later
But yeah, a **** finally did it
Uh, now who's to say in life there's ups, no downs?
And when you get up, you gotta get down
Uh, and when you get up, look around
And don't frown on the ones that's down
Just give 'em a hand
It's like mixin', fixin' up pots and pans
Listen up, I'm poppin' like rockin' a band
No plan, all from the heart to the hand
We gon' roll it, smoke it and do it again
I'm the apprentice, back on my pimp shit
Roll it, puff it, now give it to him
Uh, physical fitness, smokin' relentless
Nouns and pronouns, they make up my sentence
High school days, uh
Blowin' on the purple haze, uh
High school days, uh
Blowin' on the purple haze, uh
And you know everywhere that we go
If it's Dev of it's Mac, then we blowin' by the O
Uh **** know me for rollin' the OZ
Or somewhere low-key twistin' a whole bush
And if I got it then you can get it, it's on us
Smoke so much pot that they'll probably give me my own kush
We blow about a zone, break it down, blow it out a bone
Come to my crib, I"ll show you how to roll, bro
And my pocket's lookin' kinds swole
Me an Mac smokin' grade A, honor roll
Now all of the teachers on us, they can have contact
'Cause I keep the bomb-est, car automatic
Don't need a key to start it
Know it's us just because of the weed aroma
Lookin' for me, ****, I'm in the tree department
With a doobie rolled up in the secret compartment
Tryna finish up this speech and get my diploma
So I can get a crib where my OG can harvest
And my **** can ball
I'm talkin' so much weed that the shit in the walls
If it start growin' in the spring, it gets picked in the fall
I'm used to goin' to every class but I'm missin' them all
Fuckin' with Mac, smokin' spliffs in the halls, singin' this song like
**** know me
Blowin' on the OG
**** know me
Blowin' on the OG
**** know me
High school ****
Dev and Mac, Mac and Dev
Put it in a zag
Put it in a blunt
Do what you want, uh
