History class inspires me in strange ways....

I might come creepin up your street~~
with clown shoes on my feet~~
With the laces all hangin out~~
Lettin it all hang out~~
'Cause thas what being a geek is all about~~
You could spot me at 30 feet~~
and be like..."that boy's a geek"~~

You might see me at the club~~
gettin much love~ from the the bums~~
Show and prove with my illiterate speech~~
Discussin the inner complexities with bare feets~~
Yo!, share some pillow so I can finally get some sleep~~
Ahh, these are my peeps~~

And they be knowin~~
the club's on the other side of the street, but I ain't goin~~
'Cause I can't fit in~ without my Mercedes Benz~~
I can't shine bright, without my ice glowin~~
I can't get in~ unless I slide the doorman a twin~~
or bleach my hair~ and let my temper flare~~
and pass myself off as Slim~~