Traducere: South Park: Bigger coloana sonora, mai este Uncut (alte piese). Clasa a treia.
Grades grades grades Grades yuh naw fi asks If it big like bob Splif mi brain ah move side ways Higher than I wayne like seh mi get pon dat Cliff nuh
't have everything. When the lights go out in Oxford, Missisipi, all that I know self combusts, all that I see turns to dust. And it's all downhill once you reach the seventh grade
Let the Tall buildings burn, where will the people choose to throw themselves from, down. Want the truth, live with the fear of loving again and all
See you on the Other Side...Keep it rolling my friend...Plenty of tape...
i remember my first day, in 6th grade elementary the teacher, then called me by my name she wore a summer dress, the next day wore a little less and
I heard the church bells from afar. And we found each other in the dark. And when the smoke does finally pass, we will rise above all the ash. Chorus
In an old city bar That's never too far From the places that gather The dreams that have been In the safety of night With its old neon light It beckons
it, I'ma pile it up Now I'm dope, Wonder bread we can toast So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us Hey yo, I once was a kid with the other
the word Rich is round the corner from the curb Don't like what I write? Shoot me a bird [Verse 3: Big Boi] (Starts off) Tenth grade, the way was pave
time they hit fourth grade They got the discovery channel don't they? "We ain't nothing but mammals", well, some of us cannibals Who cut other people
? Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby, bitch Smoked out in high school Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken Gotta get paid we in the kitchen Cooking up grade
shooters, we tote glock nines And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes It's a place where it's a common site to see the 5-0 Hit the other
made Takin' penitentiary chance to get paid Children gettin' suspended for totin' switch blades Others brutally murdered before the 6th grade 6 million
Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in Taught me how to save my little dividends So when I graduated I'd have a little school money But in the sixth grade
Artist: Scarface f/ Z-Ro Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com [Verse 1] When I was in the sixth grade, these niggas was bitch made They was thinking science
oughta blow out my brains 'cause I'm hurtin bad but I'm fightin... blast, on the other day These problems got me usin more drugs, along with the other
man you nah mean, I'm in love, you my bitch Let's go I used to dream about you watchin' every move you made I was young tho I think 3rd or 2nd grade
