Got me accused of peeping I can't see a thing Got me accused of petting I can't even raise my hand Bad luck Bad luck is killing me Well, I just can'
I been to New Orleans, I sure had a wonderful time I been to New Orleans, I sure had a wonderful time I was high, high as a Georgia pine You know the
Tin Pan Alley is a dirty place The very place my baby loves to stay Tin Pan Alley blues is killin' me It's killin' me I met a women down there I really
These women loving each other You know they ain't thinkin' about no man They ain't keepin' secrets no more They playing a wide open hand I saw a little
Yeah... I like it... Uh-huh... Oh! [Instrumental] Got me accused of peeping I can't see a thing They got me accused of petting I can't even raise my
on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't push me [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] How do he say
basic I am not a human being [Verse 3:] Ughh I'm rockstar Bad With my rock star glasses and my rockstar plaid The school of hard rock I'm a rockstar grad
holmes gotta look like he just stepped out a magazine homie. I'm talkin bout these hoes gone be something serious. (verse 1) Im a top notch nigga i do grade
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
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is Of course they gonna know what intercourse is By the time they hit fourth grade They got the
sentence Born for criminal defendants Critical breaking in the ghetto bar thinking Millenium shit like pestilence war and famine Animals move animals reputed Every daily grades
the cops erase the judge Heading for the fifth dimension mention Then settle some stuff legal All I really wanted was a Regal Hook Verse 3: Flesh N
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
in the store and I saw Daffany Lookin like she did back in eighth grade (eighth grade) Just like she did back in eighth grade We used to skip school and
I shoulda believed him Anotha soul no longer breathin' Hate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience My nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense [CHORUS] [VERSE 3
of fuckin you, I'd masturbate I shouldn't of had to wait, I think you blew your big chance You rejected when I asked about the eighth grade dance Now
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