Swing like a pendulum
Rules you know I'm bending em
All the cool kids on the back of the bus
High like Mt. Everest looking for some leverage
Floating like some vapors coolin like a beverage
I cherish the moment when I get the lucky chance
To sing my song and let the funky people dance

make it last. Sonic blasts move past fast fly
Outta speaker's sneakers stomp to the rythm that will romp

Let the wild rumpus start cause it
just can't stop
And all the cool kids in the back of the bus
Cop a feel
Steal a kiss miss
I hope ya won't regret it
And all of the kids in the back I hope you get it

All the cool kids in the back of the bus
Rubba dubba scrubba bubba
Whatchu talkin' bout gus breakin the rules
I hope we don't get caught sha la la la la la la la la

All of the kids in the back quit buggin
Get your hands in the vehicle before you lose something
Keep bouncin to the beat of wheels that are bumbin
Get your ass out of bed
Cause you know the bus is coming
If you miss the damn bus then you better start running
Brown bag full of grub
yo you gotta eat something
Keep rockin to the rhythm of the windshield wipers
Staying up late night all nighters
Keepin busy too much work is making you dizzy
All of the cats in the back are you with me?

*All the cool kids in the back of the bus
Rubba dubba scrubba bubba whatchu talkin' bout gus
breakin the rules I hope we don't get caught Sha la la la la la la la la

Road trip runnin with the music up loud
take a trip from the north to the dirty south
Wherever it leads ya/ overheated on the side of the road
Sweating that ass 25 cent cologne
Sticking to the seats like a lil piece of gum
and all of the kids in the back want to come
in the back of the bus its a make out session
she's got the salad I've got the dressing

*repeat

gotta get home and study for the final
write my name on the back of the bus seat vinyl
sitting on the stool of the principles office
gettin chewed up cut out cut down run down run up
oh its you again please don't put me back in summer school man
I'm just a kid
one of many
trying to have a little fun bendin
a couple of the rules on the back of the bus
THE BACK OF THE BUS

Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us
We the type of people make the club get crunk

[Verse 1:(Big Boi)]
Many a day has passed, the night has gone by
But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
We takin another route to represent the Dungeon Family
Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way
We stabbing every city then we headed to that bat cave
A-T-L, Georgia, what we do for ya
Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas
Boy you sounding silly, thank my Brougham aint sittin pretty
Doing doughnuts round you suckas like then circles around titties
Damn we the committee gone burn it down
But us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now

[Hook]

I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game
To stimulate then activate the left and right brain
Said baby boy you only funky as your last cut
You focus on the past your ass'll be a has what
Thats one to live by or either that one to die to
I try to just throw it at you determine your own adventure
Andre, got to her station here's my destination
She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours
Took a shower kinda sour cause my favorite group ain't comin with it
But I'm witcha you cause you probably goin through it anyway
But anyhow when in doubt went on out and bought it
Cause I thought it would be jammin but examine all the flawsky-wawsky
Awfully, it's sad and it's costly, but that's all she wrote
And I hope I never have to float in that boat
Up shit creek it's weak is the last quote
That I want to hear when I'm goin down when all's said and done
And we got a new joe in town
When the record player get to skippin and slowin down
All yawl can say is them niggas earned that crown but until then...

[Hook]
[Harmonica Solo]
[Hook til fade]