Cut you up, throw you out on the day I put the garbage out In the glad bag or the hefty, shoot with the lefty Nobody test me, told you I'll cut class
that's in me You envy, how instantly I make ten G's An' never lift a finger, makes you wanna bring a Player to the show an' get your clown, Jerry Springer
coming up we knocked all the girls And now I just go out and take my pick If you gotta enough game you can take my bitch I won't hate you, try to clown
can clown if you want but don't do it too fast 'Cause I'ma slow it way down, then shoot your ass And send you wanna be pimps, back to class 'Cause Ant
tore that ass up and Bitches I used to fuck in 96 Is now turnin tricks for hits 'cause they addicted to glass dicks Suckin niggas off for the green The ex-class
my guinea pig And stuck him in the microwave After that, it was straight to the 40 ouncers Slappin' teachers, and jackin' off in front of my counselors Class clown
bobbin', not vibin' Tryin' to put her mind into the inside of my zipper I'm a serpent with a purpose, havin' problems Not a problem I've encountered I have found elephants, lions, clowns
' me, she bobbin', not vibin' Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper I'm a sperate with a purpose, havin' problems? Not a problem I've encountered I have found elephants, lions, clowns
through puberty, the lessons learned From her, wasn?t nothing like it We passed notes, she read minds like a f-cking psychic and write back I was the class clown
see this shit I gotta deal with from these beginners? I ain't circusin' around with these clown ass n-ggas You snappin' at the heels of a world class
, man? We came a long way from sticking move Niggas skipping school, just to scrap over bullshit Nigga if you lose, its a wrap, them hoes clowning It
-t up on my plate so you know a n-gga late to my first class I'd much rather sit up in first class should I admit that a slutty b-tch was my first smash
It's just another case of that old P.T.A. Aah, yo teachers hate me but the girls don't take me Because I'm C Brown, Class Clown Gettin' still aah,
up in a matter of seconds Ahh! Ahh! Who you think you're fooling? With those played-out lottos, you know you ain't cooling Distressed in class, troopers
on luck And for complexion like brass and brown skin We of this, built this with South, Boogie Down Bronx Ask the clowns, in the suits with the cash
what they holding I know, niggaz with crack viles stuck to they colon The acid, done bubbled up, now they stomach's is swollen That just, life in the hood, surrounded class
do it, 'cause you ain't got no teeth in ya mouth And I know ya just tired of me, beatin ya out Ya trained all year, in a karate class It took one second
(You!) Who are you? You have no talent. You're a bad juggler. You can't walk the high wire. You can't tame a tiger. Then I'll be a clown like my grandfather