The year is 87Back in the 12th grade G

When I used to hang with CH to the IP hangin' in the halls

Tryin' to get the young bitches ridin' my ballz

We got dissed cuz we were jog' and kept to ourself shyo

Because it's all about self

We used to try to get the number and the name

But back then - they wanted mothafuckaz in the dope game



We used to try to fuck with ho's

In our graduatin' class there was no woman givin' up the ass

We go to a dance, we see ho's rollin' eyes on my crew,

But what the fuck can I do?

They would'nt even give a nigga like me a chance thou [why?]

Because my feet was my transport

You ax 'em to dance they start to riff

And on the way home niggaz never gave us a lift

But now the tables turned around

Every mothafucka and his mom would wanna be down