Take the Fruit - People Under The Stairs

We’d like to welcome everybody

Parents, children, teachers, George W. Bush Elementary

We got some speakers today

Come to talk about what kids should do

How your kids should live

Think you guys will dig this

So you’re welcome to take notes and watch

Well here he comes

Listen

Come on kids, brush your teeth

Three times a day and after every and each meal

Now make your bed up everyday

And don’t beat up kids when you go out to play

Yeah, aha, be real nice

And wash out your head, so that you don’t get lice

And when your mom says no, don’t put on a show

Be a little buddy and just go with the flow

And eat a lot of fruit instead of sugary sweets

And exercise dancing to these big drum beats

So you could grow up strong like Tiger Woods

Stay in school and don’t hang out in the hood

You look both ways before you cross the street

And only sample records if you’re making a beat

And if you follow these rules your life will be great

Oh yeah, two more things

Go to bed before eight, and just

Just take the fruit, take the fruit and scoot

Yeah, all the fruit, take all the cherries from the Pac-Ville stores

Hey, who’s fruit cup is this?

Hey, no eating ice cream man

Pay attention, pay attention man, sit down

Children from all ages, live from the auditorium

Your teach give instructions?

Turn around and ignore them

Tell them you like food fights and your dad does dope

You only came to school to chill and watch these girls jump rope

You hate sitting in class, but you like your homework

You know, fresh cartoons into late in the afternoon

Or bumping your rap tape until your mom says it’s late

You shoulda been in bed, remember what your teacher said

Wash your face before a nap, and breakfast before school

Moms put that apple in your lunch, we know that ain’t cool

We feelin y’all kids for real, I’mma tell you the deal, goin

You’ll live a long time kid, my homie did

For a bag of Lemonheads and suede Pro Keds

Now all the kids like him, they try to never psych him

They try to be just like him, and never do divide him

Rhymes never bite them, don’t recite them too loud

You’ll get a call home and watch your moms yell out

And if you’re age of 13, take heed in what you heard

P.U.T.S be the fresh and your teachers a nerd

And remember man, no spittin, no hittin, no swearing

That’s right;

make sure you’re sharing, no playing, double-daring

Go straight to day-caring, if you listen we’ll play caring

Ay man

Just take the fruit, take the fruit and scoot