Class Clown (Remix)

What you gonna do when you get out of school?

I'm gonna have some fun

What do you consider fun?

Fun, lots of fun

Teacher, teacher, you can't make mistakes

I know I can't make life without a past

And I'm late so I won't be tardy

Here comes the first period, having no 40

I'm talking to suck, spilling my guts, making room for 40

I'm really, really sorry, Mr. Harami, your lesson swore me

I'll interrupt you when you tell a story

I'll raise my hand up to make it stand up and you ignore me

Open up your eyes, yo, please realize your lesson's phony

My parents always say, "Don't let your teachers get you down"

Or walk around school ground labeled as a class clown

Class clown, class clown

Come get you, get down, do the horse ride around

Throw your books to the ground, think you are a class clown

Come get you, get down, do the horse ride around

Throw your books to the ground, think you are a class clown

Class clown, class clown

Getting in class, I get everything but pass

I do my H-P-Ds, but good at making you laugh

Telling if your pussy's legion or maybe I wrote a rap

Put signs, won bags, and threw off the dunce cap

Never took no shit from the board, I wouldn't copy

I wrote on the desk to make the room look sloppy

I wrote with the papers up to no good

When the teacher turned her back, I took aim just like in the hood

I made you look, "Don't get mad"

She tried to threaten me and say that she would call my dad

I said, "That's a joke," my teacher got shook

As soon as I get home, I left the phones off the hook

My phone's off the hook, I'm writing in my book

And that girl with the killer booty just made me look at her dress

And I'm always in a mess of trouble

Since the office, every day on the double

I got my red nose and my sagging nipples

And I'm down to be the class clown

Class clown, class clown

Come get you, get down, do the horse ride around

Throw your books to the ground, think you are a class clown

Come get you, get down, do the horse ride around

Throw your books to the ground, think you are a class clown

It's class clown, class clown

I hate school with a passion

Garbage cans, always I be smashin'

Bashin' 'em, crashin' 'em, cuttin' classes

I got a lot of grits that write me fake passes

Me be a rapper, all I get is laughter

From some coffee press teaching teacher, at least try to come after

Me, because you see, all I do is wrong

Could it be, could it be, could it be

That I'm a son, kicked out of the class, well, I consider myself lucky

Oops, I made a mistake, I'm better known as the kid, but we duck me

I'm not makin' no idle threats

After I beat my teacher, I'm smackin' all her pets

You shouldn't be concerned with it

I leave an apple with a worm in it

I start tellin', "That's permanent"

Every class the lenders always teaches on my back

Tellin' me read my notes and do my work, then tell me how to act

They think they 'bout to make me mad with all the rules they makin'

But I don't listen, keep on listenin' 'cause it all sounds fake

I lick it 'cause I make it plus, I do release my semen

My angel, that's the meaning, rest away from me while I'm dreamin'

While I'm in school, I play the fool 'til I'm a ringleader

My teacher bought a label called Palermo, but labeled as a cheater

I face the world my way, get called out each and every minute

And if it is you, Mr. Fan, you know that I be in it

Alright, alright, alright, please don't let my teacher call my father

But I don't sweat it, just forget it, yo, I won't bother

And if I fail, my pops will nail me underneath the ground

But that's the price I have to pay to be the class clown

Runnin' around, spendin' money at the grunt

Let's see who's down to crawl their butts to the ground

Where has, where's Go?

Runnin' through hallways, catchin' dips all day

Come sit, sit you down

Do the horse run around

Throw your books to the ground

If you are a class clown

Come sit, sit you down

Do the horse run around

Throw your books to the ground

If you are a class clown