Search results for high school affair by louis prima

We've found 74 lyrics, 100 artists, and 100 albums matching high school affair by louis prima:



poster on the wall
My first day of high school, on my way
You need to eat your breakfast
Mom I am late
Funky fresh, stepped into the school
And that's
a helluva fun'ral
The finest fun'ral ever booked:
I had some high school juniors who passed around petunial
And lilies everywhere you looked.
It was
like free money, like a preacher loves Sunday
Love ya like freeze pop, love ya like a milk shake
Love ya like a high school girl on a first date
Love
ya like freeze pop, love ya like a milk shake
Love ya like a high school girl on a first date
Love ya like shootin' stars, love ya like a muscle car,
Williams, a ride or die chick
Thug girls in the club raise 'em up high miss
Pussy pop for me, make it drop for me
Be a lady on the block but keep it hot for
thought I was just playin
Now you just prayin

You was a vic in high school now you a thug
Better step in the name of love
Before you giving pain a hug
Everybody said Bobby was a little hard-headed.
If there ever was a book on love, Bobby never read it.
Suzy was a poor boy's dream in a high school
and booze
A æ?»odawful sad affair?
And the lights were there to thrill you

my oh my
We live from time to time
And day by day
Itæ?¯ the modern way
Look at me
watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends
While his generation digests high fibre ignorance
Cowering behind curtains
that they put me in,
my vision's beyond the Hubble's I huddle with Nubians,
new beginning again you in school at 10, late,
Radioactive's goin' gold
they put me in, my vision's beyond the Hubble's
I huddle with Nubians, new beginning again
You in school at 10, late, Radioactive's goin' gold
And so?
to fly) 
Let me take you to flight school 
(Above all the lights) 
You've never been so high, kiss the ground goodbye 
And you say, damn baby how did
Back in Junior High, when we was barely gettin'' by, when daddy died
That's when my momma started gettin'' high
My neighborhood was full of drivebys,
we love you," they say by my bed.
"We're here and we're holding your hands.
Just remember we love you, and this will always be.
You're going to join
High to the sky when I step up in this bitch
Thousand dollar cologne, no ceiling in this bitch
The marble for the Louis the bag full of cash
Keep
these niggas ain't playing)
And none of this money don't come out the safe
Fuck with my dog and knock a chunk out ya face[?]
Nigga I be so high I could
search of absent school friends
While his generation digests high-fibre ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted windows
got the whole city high
St. Louis peoples can't cooperate without (Without)
St. Louis po-pos want to stop me but I doubt (I doubt)

[Chorus x2]
columns,
In search of absent school friends,
While his generation digests high-fibre ignorance.
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted
That's why the, that's why
The people wanna get me for pollutin' the sky
Factory full a bud, got the whole city high
St. Louis peoples can't cooperate
that, and it wasn't fair
Love's taken its toll, your heart he stole
You was fooled by the face of a phoney role
But I'll take up the slack, support you,
like them one dudes from St. Louis
Murph, come on dirty, where P, let's represent the turf (Youth City)
If you change in the game represent what we
'cause they riches ain't like my riches

A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six
my body
And it's drivin' me crazy
I'm never late

Oh you can't be serious, what
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Oh

Prolly bought it in your high school
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you why.
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm tons of fun