High School Shit

[Verse One: Birdapres] Me, Jay and Flow went to grad in a cab Dead broke, but we had what we had Flow had the Jodeci suit, some of them Smurf Jay rocked something like Son Of Berserk I had the green on, lookin' like Pete Nice No dates, no ladies that we would treat nice Mr. ?? gave props from my cigar I walked in the spot like a superstar You see young Dame wouldn't let them win If they came to his party he wouldn't let them in He we went to theirs he'd check their chins Puke on the rug all wrecked on gin Young Dame didn't care he was broke Young Dame didn't laugh at your jokes Young Dame didn't think you were dope Young Dame is your only hope C'mon! [Verse Two: Birdapres] The school PA just calls an MC The doors are locked and the halls are empty Building stood for more than a century Windows show signs of forced entry Much reefer smoked at the bleachers Under the blind eyes of student teachers I almost felt invincible there Till I was called to the office in the principle's chair Pretend to listen to extended lectures About my lateness and attendance records I wasn't one to be talkin' a lot Or spending my time at the popular lockers So many knocks the ego withstands Order rice and sauce for Yito Japan Old people would call security The crew would get chased out by mall security Vic High (c'mon) Mount D (c'mon) Oak Bay (c'mon) Belmont (c'mon) Park Lands (c'mon) Claremont (c'mon) Stelly (c'mon) Esquimalt (c'mon) Reynolds (yup) Andrews St. Andrews Spectrum Glynlyon [Verse Three: Moka Only] 1991 Moka O had a fade 1992 Moka O rocked braids Ask Edwin about his homie Cee And then he introduced me to the one Birdapres Long Mile livin' soon changed to the mainland All over the eastside, Phrase is the main man Jay, Imperial Cee and Dame's his main man And a bunch of others, all punchin' numbers All crunching numbers A whole bunch of summers Lunch at Demar's house party is the slumbers I cut hair as Fade Master Mok And weed pushed most, still his ass was broke Still that was dope The formula to beers And I can't return there and that grinds my gears Age is the tire that binds my fears But I think I'm over it and I'm now sober it Makes me kind of misty when I'm goin' back over it Have the same circle as back home again Reconnecting and planning the next moves In Vancouver otherwise I hang with the best dudes