"Class of '03"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
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	Congrats to my class, reminisce yaull.
	CD: Strong Heart Credits: Kingsmen Productions, Phiber Optik
	Lyrics Artist: Phiber Optik Album: Strong Heart Song: Class of '03 Typed by: Andrew Lee Yo whuddup class 03, haha yes indeed and this is how it goes yea cmon, uh, uh, uh [Verse One] Remember Mac drowned in a pool, that didn't sound so cool That year there was tears left and right all around the school Freshman year, chain on my neck, cubics in my ears All about the jewels, Jenkins was poundin' fools Plus the thugs with guns and drugs, they ain't ones to budge And the gang fights with the whites I'd say it was fun enough Some were tough threw some quick hits and shit but none would bluff Cats talked too much, their tongues would judge and tons would scuff Faustino got shot on the eastside, consequence of the street life Lived on the deep side, I heard he wasn't a mean guy Me and Eric would hustle bootlegged CD's, music and movies Made the cash and there was nothin' that you could do to me A few would see that I was just doin' my duty, doin' me Eric remember the credit scams?, we was reckless man Knew we would never get caught up and I could bet a grand If life is based on poker cards, dog I got the better hand [Chorus x2] Whuddup class of '03, we watched time pass slowly Now it's here, the last chance to chill back with homies No tears when I reminisce, I hear laughter only Friends I'll miss, but new ones will stop me from bein lonely [Verse Two] Me and Ritz was takin' shit, hustlin' MD players quick Kept us stayin' rich, then he fell in debt, takin' hits Me and CFore had a non-complainin' relationship Sustainin' a kiss like we was paintin' each others lips 'Nessa lost her life in a flash, she saw the light in the crash I still don't know what happened, was she drivin' too fast? Ain't no denyin' her past cuz she in heaven flyin' at last I reminisce and I'm usin' this song to write to my class Batara was a funny flip, type to make fun of me and shit I was a dummy kid, my deals was all about the scrill Wanted that silver money clip, shiny like diamonds forreal Battled in the gym at lunchtime, I was rhymin' with skill Spit madd punchlines and I'm still tryin' to find a deal There was no stoppin' Erik, the king of beatboxin' We kicked sessions, true supporter of albums he was coppin' School had madd biters, coulda swore I saw their teeth chompin' [Chorus] [Verse Three] Senior year I saw dollar signs, all I wanted was mine Was pushin' the bombest chronic, Zubin and his baller shine As P.O. the MC I set my envy on his M3 His burberry trendy, to him my pockets were empty Got my Gucci AF1's but never the LV or Fendi Got my bomb from seattle, Dustin was my biggest customer Chained to me like a shackle, his cash made me a hustler Chay came to me with hassles, she was a struggler Was after the paper, got into a disaster with Vega Romero's a fuckin' chump, shoulda blasted that hater Izzy was busy helpin' me cheat, always askin' for favors Trevor was better whenever he smoked with Mr. Bubbles Dave had his hands together, prayed I don't get into trouble Andrew a homie under any weather, simple and subtle Now we graduatin', our minds elevatin' slowly I hope we all make it, I pray for those that did know me [Chorus]

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