Texty: Wiz. Other. I Hate College (Remix).

Intro:
I Hate college remix.

Verse 1:
i hate college but love all the parties,
finishing kegs and crushing bottles of Bacardi,
King of the Class id rather lay up with a hottie,
single doesnt mean im lookin for somebody,
some say the drink blaze up a hardy,
poppin big k's and little bit of marley,
am i on my mind, most people say probly, but i been on my grind puffin somes of that colley,
pack my bag and no parents to drive me off, i felt loss cuz all herbs wearing Lacosse, a couple dudes in pennys must have play lacrosse,
grab my duffle and i hustle thru the dormatory doors,
of course my homie lived on the same floor so when i blow trees we get down to pound coors, down to pound whores, the outta town boys,
flow developed the home town of his voice, i hate college but love gettin laid, social life swag, at night when the sun fades, check my sun shades, talkin bout upgrades, i cant see the hatas no more i feel great, my eyes 20-20 so sunny when skys grey, im loved by the hunnies what more can i say, im just gettin paid, workin like a slave, between school , athletics, and music its all day, so invite your friends to come play, gave you the invite, if you miss it dont complain, if you lucky get a kiss from miss no thats lame, wana get it more than Wizzy, im your man, sweatin bullets, no fan can contain, short to pull up, but quick to amaze, im lookin forward to tours and these planes, seein the cold poppin of bottles of champagne, dear lord takin your name in vain, all these sins in college that i made, well well my games off the chain, i last a couple hours, till mind go insane

Chrous:
i hate college but love all the parties,
finishing kegs and crushing bottles of Bacardi,
King of the Class id rather lay up with a hottie,
single doesnt mean im lookin for somebody, some say the drink blaze up a hardy,
poppin big k's and little bit of marley,
am i on my mind, most people say probly, but i been on my grind puffin somes of that colley (x2)

Verse 2:
I cant sleep cuz my god damn teach keeps assignin essays due at the end of each week, but little do we know, i got a show by the beach, watchin girls flash Wizzy way more than they teeth, they mad id rather learn flows in they lesson plans, they sit me down askin do you get the message sam, this is your life you need school to get right, nah music is my sun and your blockin my light, and if i dont blow get hotter and ignite, my life will align till my money gets nice, well moneys not happiness youll only get greedier, shit itll make life a whole lot easier, and my feel gets a whole lot cheesier, diamonds no bread, stay hip media, but schools good for one thing i must add, and thats havin the pleater of my vocab, whole bags of verbs that i must grab, and throw down like a rich girls bar tab

Chorus:
i hate college but love all the parties,
finishing kegs and crushing bottles of Bacardi,
King of the Class id rather lay up with a hottie,
single doesnt mean im lookin for somebody, some say the drink blaze up a hardy,
poppin big k's and little bit of marley,
am i on my mind, most people say probly, but i been on my grind puffin somes of that colley

(Thanks to mike for these lyrics)