Search results for high grade by capleton

We've found 219 lyrics, 76 artists, and 100 albums matching high grade by capleton:



of rugger pants
I put them on and I went to the high school dance
Dad said I had to be home by eleven
Aw, man, I'm gonna miss Stairway to Heaven

This is
of rugger pants
I put them on and I went to the high school dance
Dad said I had to be home by eleven
Aw, man, I'm gonna miss Stairway to Heaven

This is
of rugger pants
I put them on and I went to the high school dance
Dad said I had to be home by eleven
Aw, man, I'm gonna miss Stairway to Heaven

This is
rude boy shit, criminology lefit
Legalize dude to get me mega-rich Selassie I
We can all get by if we unify
Gettin' chinky eye off the stimuli,
rude boy shit, criminology lefit
Legalize dude to get me mega-rich Selassie I
We can all get by if we unify
Gettin' chinky eye off the stimuli,
I woke up this morning
I was feeling kind of high
It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie
Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high
high, 
Jah Rhastafari, 
Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto, 
Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you twelve disciples 
Give me
Get it by the pound, yeah
Sweet sensi a come around
Me a take a little draw and pass it go round, so

Finally the herbs come around
The high grade where
Get it by the pound, yeah
Sweet sensi a come around
Me a take a little draw and pass it go round, so

Finally the herbs come around
The high grade where
The high grade where man a look for me
Stock it by the pound, yeah
When Babylon a come around
Ask them where them ago search for

Ever since the herbs
to have a password girl
Now I can't recall
You gotta tell me was it love
Or some high-grade alcohol

Some high-grade alcohol
You gotta tell me was it
Get it by the pound, yeah
Sweet sensi a come around
Me a take a little draw and pass it go round, so

Finally the herbs come around
The high grade where
a non-stop high-grade performer
The pace is continual, sure keeps running me down
Don't you know that you gotta eat food
Don't you know that you gotta
bloodshed
Cursed in converses, dead in Pro Keds
Now every Tom, Dick, Harry or Joe Smith
Skip the spauldings, pony's, and k-swiss
High school and college
danced every dance,fought off each advance
And was envied by every girl in town.
She had stacks and stacks of letters,class rings
And high school sweaters
, brown grade for me
High grade topper grade medicate for me. G
Ive me meditation give me vibes in a hurry
A boom draw of herb keeps me curry. 
Way back
There goes the boy from Santa Fe
Who lost his momma in the second grade
Played Romeo in his high school play
He's never been in an airplane
this bad

Even though she seems so high
He knows that she can't fly
And when she falls out of the sky
He'll be standing by

She was raised in
grade
And by the time you get your hide past the snowshed slide
You've had a ride on the Silverton (Silverton Train)
(Here comes the Silverton...
[
look

Partner, let me upgrade you, Audemars Piguet you
Switch your neck ties to purple labels
Upgrade you, I can (up), can I (up) grade you?
your class
No matter how smart any old fool
Is accepted the there's no exams to pass
High grades or low grades you'll get to choose 
Your very own class
somebody else so you'll just have to wait

The years flew by so quickly and there we were in junior high
I realized that I still loved her so
So I called
the sweat off his brow 
And then he said
"This boy is way off the charts 
As far as I can tell
Ooh, brrr, mama he's a double XL"

By the second grade
my best friend drive

She said, "How does it feel to be you?"
I said, "It's alright, I really think I peaked in high school"
She said, "That isn't
mama's charm
Rebecca Lynn became my heart's desire
Long about the start of second grade
Mrs. Roosenbloom let me sit beside her
So we'd pass notes