Skool’s Out lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, check this out

[Verse 1]
You know my mother didn't raise no punk
So won’t you shake your rump to the Philly-style funk
'Cause I've been makin hardcore now for twelve years
You could sell a mil’, n*ggas still, uh don't care
Because ya wouldn't a gotten far [?]
Ya wouldn't have fly fly b*tches in your car
If brothers like me wasn't hardcore
From the door, from '96 back to '84
You come to Philly motherf*ckers and you got to see em
We got the rocks and you know we got the [?]
You got the man called lucks makin' big bucks
Standing in the white trunks round squat don’t give a f*ck

[Chorus]
Throw your hands in the motherf*ckin’ air
And look around like you just don't care
And put your feet on the motherf*cking floor
Cause I’m comin' through the door and I'm still hardcore
So all my brothers down south, can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the east can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the west can you turn it out
To all my brothers up north can you turn it out
So all my brothers down south, can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the east can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the west can you turn it out
To all my brothers up north can you turn it out
[Verse 2]
You got me reachin' down to my vocabulary
I eat you up like I’m sicker than the commissary
Serve your ass on some toast and some jelly
And turn around and f*ck you like a b*tch on your belly
And then them n*ggas always say when ya quittin'
But the same n*ggas always hoppin' on my di*kin'
Or try to sleep on it, or try to creep on it
I might flat become a motherf*ckin' jeep on it
Because I'm the S-C-H double L-O-Y a D in'
Come closer motherf*cker and tell me whatchya seein'
A cool calm brother, stone to the bo-yo
Old School knows how to rock a microphone

[Chorus]
Throw your hands in the motherf*ckin' air
And look around like you just don't care
And put your feet on the motherf*cking floor
Cause I'm comin' through the door and I'm still hardcore
So all my brothers down south, can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the east can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the west can you turn it out
To all my brothers up north can you turn it out
So all my brothers down south, can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the east can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the west can you turn it out
To all my brothers up north can you turn it out
[Verse 3]
We got the old school crew for ya too
We got re drivin' B, Cash Money, Jazzy Jeff
I got the S on my chest cause I'm Super n*gga
I'm never smaller and you knows that I'm gettin' bigger

[Chorus]
Throw your hands in the motherf*ckin' air
And look around like you just don't care
And put your feet on the motherf*cking floor
Cause I'm comin' through the door and I'm still hardcore
So all my brothers down south, can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the east can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the west can you turn it out
To all my brothers up north can you turn it out
So all my brothers down south, can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the east can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the west can you turn it out
To all my brothers up north can you turn it out (turn it out)
Turn it out
(turn it out)
Turn it out
(Turn it out)
Turn it out
(Turn it out)
Turn it out
(Turn it out)
[Outro]
Cause I'm Super n*gga
Cause I'm Super n*gga
Cause I'm Super n*gga
Cause I'm Super n*gga
Yeah this is Schoolly D, Imma f*ck outta here baby, peace