[Verse 1: Kurupt]
Once upon a time in the ghetto, when I was livin' low
When it was all about your cash flow
Mind over matter, money over bitches
Young, hard, top Dogg, '64 wit' all the switches
Catatonic, automatic backpack packin'
I had tactics to enhance my chips drastic
I touched the school grounds, holla Let's Play House
Bumpin' Dogg Food on my Doggs on they way out
This is my zone, so stay out!
Tryin' to invade's gettin' old and played out
I gots the cutest skirts that like to flirt
When the heat's hot, the panties droppin' to the dirt
Fly as a Maserati
Wassup, baby? This Daz Dillinger, and my name's Young Gotti

[Verse 2: Daz Dillinger]
It's about lunch time! Bail out of class, what it see like?
Mob down the hall, me and my Doggs in the street life
'Cause ain't no tellin' what my life might be like
The school trouble-maker, pickin' for a street fight
Who rock the spot? Who rock the spot? Young Daz!
All alone, I'm down to mash, my jealous school mates mad
Bail wit' a hardcore attitude, be on a attitude
A rude boy gangsta puts it down so harsh on the crew
Those who disobey the laws should pay the consequences
Your punishments are squashed, detention or suspension
Forty-five minute detention, and I'm still in effect
I'm on my way back to gym, I spot my girl little Kim
I get the digits, tell Young Gotti, "Let's ride!"
Five minutes left, we all bombed out fully and high

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Soon as the bell ring, I got a song to sing
I got future plans of smugglin' grams and ki's
I missed my first class, my thoughts flooded with visions of cash
And my rivalries — intentions to mash
With these goofy-ass hoes
Goofy-ass MC's and goofy-ass flows
Wannabe G's — how you gon' roam like you hard?
You in my zone, nigga, I own the school yard!
A high school grad? Nah, I'm a high school mack
Rollin' to my high school wit' a MAC, gettin' high off contact
I want yo' name and your number 'cause you look kinda new
I don't recognize your face
Did you come from a different school?
I had to get it all clear since we all here
Fattest ass I've seen all year!
I'm all up on her, like socks and shoes
Wit' a Glock and the game of a gangsta, I can't lose

[Outro: Daz Dillinger]
Haha! Let's catch the bus, man, we outta here!
We headed back to tha hood
See y'all tomorrow!
Have my money, have my lunch.. suckaaaaa!
Haha!