Verse 1:
Shorty 5'5 nd she heading off to college
the last thing on her mind is textbooks and knowledge

She ready for life away from home nd all the garbage
She wanna see the world sick of feelin like a hostage
got pretty and polished , shots before the party , She's never hit it but she wanna fit in So she blowin on some chronicm Nd now she trippen lookin like an easy target


Oh , lord


She talkin to a boy, thinkin they so much in common feel a buzz through her body ,sippen on hypnotic Now she feel erotic, start Handing out some logic nd I aint talkin projects, now ain't that ironic?

Damn ,


Now she passed out at the Jam Liqueur in her hands nd she stank of summer sams The boy who she really thought was gunna be her man Left her all alone without pullin up her pants.


Where's the class?

CHORUS:

Someone tell me where the class at

I done looked all around where the class at


I don't see it anywhere where the class at


I done looked everywhere, where the class at



Verse 2 :
Shorty 5'5 and she headin off to college , The last thing on her mind is textbooks and knowledge She ain't fall in love yet but this chick she fallin found a nice kid , wit a nice whip nd heard the money callin


So she call it ,

Kid ain't Kobe , but he ballin


So she took his hand and ran , introduced em to the fam , convinced he was her man So He let her understand


He don't see the love , he don't feel it in the air And unless he buyin gifts she dont really seem to care He stopped giving money she dont seem to think its fair all she ever do is change him, complain bout his hair

It was obvious, the reason she was there He took everything back, denims, every single pair The boy who she really thought was gunna be her man Left her all alone and she chillen wit no pants


Where's the class ?