Übersetzung: South Park: Bigger, Longer Uncut (anderen Tracks) Soundtrack. Third Grade.
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
: Il primo pane caldo del mattino l'inchiostro del giornale sulla mano, un caffe di fretta e una sigaretta il treno non aspetta. La notte sbianca e
: I heard the church bells from afar, But we found each other in the dark. And when the smoke does finally pass We will rise above all the ash. Cause
here DJ don't be scared to run this, run this back I'm repping for the girls who taking over the world Have me raise a glass for the college grads Anyone
've Been Played, I Don't Care What U think, I'm Smokin The Grade, Smokin The Grade, I'm Smokin The Grade, Smokin The Grade, I'm Smokin The Grade [Beyonce
All my niggas think im dumb. I don't care, I love you, you love me, ya that's true That's the only thing that matters not all that other chit chatter.
met back in grade school Kissing on the school bus We were young but just having fun. No stoping destiny now that we're older and we've found each other
em? 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
want no party like the old plays up! So we sing: Move Move! We make the fire start burnin? Move Move Your heart mind get murdered! Move Move There aint no other
her, man? Naw, that ain't her, man! You bullshittin', man! That ain't her, man! Hell yeah! I remember her, nigga! [Devin the Dude:] I was tenth grade
father She was praised as the perfect teenage girl And everyone thought highly of her And she tried everyday With endless drive To make the grade Then
the 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
cut off the sleaves!" (Chorus 4x) Our house, In the middle of the street. One, two, three, My teacher's two faced, She went to lower my school grades
