High Schoolin’

By OutKast

On Light It Up Soundtrack

Released on November 9, 1999

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[Intro: André 3000]

Light

Ooooh, yeeeeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Light)

Yeeeeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Light)

Yeeeeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Light)


[Verse 1: André 3000]

Yeah, yeah, uh

Been always told to keep my head up

But clichés just don't cut the cake when yo' neck tired from bobbing

Life's a stage, streets' the cage

We Dungeon rats, OutKast and Goodie Mobbin'

Enough of the petite talk, I'd rather have a nigga with a perm

Ain't got to have hope, on my side, than a nigga who frontin'

Doin' other niggas' interpretation of God–stuntin'

My growth, why vote for president if he a spy guy?

That's like choosing which bullet you gon' get shot by

A drank and some hot fries

Slowly eating me up, from inside to outside

"Well, you gon' die anyway, right?" Wrong

I plan to live forever, I know it seems mighty long

If you think about it in Earth terms

Thank God we on the TV, but we think like earthworms

Stay underground, like 'Cheers' or 'Dig Dug'

Only come above to shake hands and give hugs

Lay your beautiful body down on this fur rug

You got to give a damn if you do not give a fuck, ha

Rack 'em up, 'cause we bustin'

Once was the nigga in the back of the class who never said nothing

Hip-hop became my amplifier

I live for inspiration – for without that, I will die (Go)


[Chorus: OutKast]

Jitterbug jam, now can you dig it?

Just, uh, don't stop and, uh, don't quit, 'cause, uh

We on that high school shit, and, uh

You know that, uh, we steady

Jitterbug jam, now can you dig it?

Just, uh, don't stop and, uh, don't quit, 'cause uh

We on that high school shit, and, uh

You know that, uh, we steady

Jitterbug jam, now can you dig it?


[Verse 2: Slim Calhoun]

Got issues on my mind like that fool from Columbine

Will I swallow my pride, or take that ride?

Better think, before my cock the slide and take a dive

Into this hot pit, like oil and grits

Stand alone on my own ten toes, against foes

It's a snowstorm and you outside gettin' cold

Luck has struck from buckin' seven every roll

Throwin' snake eyes, thinkin' a nigga gon' fold

Stand down, like four black Vogues on golds

Snatchin' all the dough and leavin' y'all broke

Going all out for a A+ in class

I bust ass, walkin' barefoot over broken glass

Now who gon' pass, player? You won't last

See, you all in the race, just taking up space

If it's war on the other side of the tracks, grab the straps

Thought y'all knew, wild dogs run in packs

So, who you think you foolin'? We can get to duelin'

On some old school shit, like we high schoolin' (High schoolin')


[Interlude: André 3000]

{*schoolbell rings*}

There he is! Get him!

(Don't run, don't run)

Yeah, sucker! What'cha gon' do now? (Don't run)

What'cha gon' do now, sucker?


[Chorus: OutKast]

Don't stop and, uh, don't quit, 'cause, uh

We on that high school shit, and, uh

You know that, uh, we steady

Jitterbug jam, now can you dig it?

Just, uh, don't stop and, uh, don't quit, 'cause uh

We on that high school shit, and, uh

You know that, uh, we steady

Jitterbug jam, now can you dig it?


[Verse 3: Big Boi]

Let me walk you little kiddies through my school days

Sunday night, I'd hit a party, missed a Monday, I'll go Tuesday

Doomsday – homeroom was lookin' booty

The girl I wanna cut is absent but I see a cutie

But bump a flirt, I need to be doin' this homework to graduate

Saturate my body and memory on some alge-brae

Bro, why you holdin' and totin'? That's to assassinate

Go masturbate, you jack-off

Nigga, take the hat off

I'm a third year freshman, I started with the best of them

But now them niggas done passed me

I'm just a baby daddy

OG – original goofball

That used to slang the hard hard and smoke the soft soft

All-star through the way-hall

Niggas up in the school, they know my name, look

But that's because my face is in like eight different yearbooks

Could've been took the SAT, but the streets got the best of me

Thankin', and drankin', and bankin', open wide like sesame

Y'all tellin' me to chill out (Chill out)

Before you be a drop out (Chill out)

A cop-out, is when you're thirty-something at your mom's house, yeah


[Chorus: OutKast]

Don't stop and, uh, don't quit, 'cause, uh

We on that high school shit, and, uh

You know that, uh, we steady

Jitterbug jam, now can you dig it?

Just, uh, don't stop and, uh, don't quit, 'cause uh

We on that high school shit, and, uh

You know that, uh, we steady

Jitterbug jam, now can you dig it?

Don't stop and, uh, don't quit, 'cause, uh

We on that high school shit, and, uh

You know that, uh, we steady

Jitterbug jam, now can you dig it?

Just, uh, don't stop and, uh, don't quit, 'cause uh

We on that high school shit, and, uh

You know that, uh, we steady

Jitterbug jam, now can you dig it?


[Outro: OutKast]

Don't stop and, uh, don't quit, 'cause, uh

We on that high school shit, and, uh

You know that, uh, we steady

Jitterbug jam, now can you dig it?

Just, uh, don't stop and, uh, don't quit, 'cause uh