School Daze - Kutt Calhoun, Tech N9ne, Krizz Kaliko

Hey what’s up girl how you doin?

Heard you on the radio, ya’ll doin ya’ll thang

Yeah yeah you know, tryin to get this money mane!

You should give me your number so we ca go out sometime

Oh fa sho fa sho here it is here it is!

816−777−9311!

Alright I’m a give you a call

Alright do that baby alright!

Wait a minute!

777−9311, wait a minute nigga this ain’t no god damn number this

a song!

I ain’t gotta fabricate my past I always done had bitches

You can ask the teachers, principal, and his assisstant

They know about melvin calhoun and they can tell ya

I often had my way when it came to them izabellas

But this is bout them bitches who wouldn’t give me the digits

Or time of day not to mention or kindly hate when you spoke to them

You in her vision you know that you lookin crispy But all of a sudden she turn

her nose up when you get closer in

You know the kind that was prissy and actin rude

Dressin sexy and she was cool cause her nigga was out of school

Now all I got to say now is bitch you a fool

You too late up in this for now, I’m rich heard me up on the radio and now you

tryna holla I’m a

Keep that in mind while you steady standin in line Waitin for your shirt to get

signed

And what’s goin on thru my mind is

She was a dime but I’m seein now that the time and the firmness of your behind

has depleted

You ain’t that fine trick

Now I can say

That the night has turned to day

And yeah you hurt me

But you ain’t worthy

You need to get ya pain

Cause I remember way

Back in the day

She said she didn’t wanna

Now that I’m makin big pay

She smellin my aroma

Way back in the day

She said she didn’t wanna

Now that I’m makin big pay

She smellin my aroma

Girl wait a minute

Hey I remember you

Used to be the most popular girl walkin around in the halls of central high

school

For your sake let’s use codename Tischa

Always in nautica shirts and pants and white k-swiss's

Or eastlands

Remember how I used to be peekin and seekin

At the skippin parties you wouldn’t speak then

Gave me your number then I found out you was just teasin

Your b-friend was a baller on all golds with the beat and

I wasn’t old enough and plus I didn’t sell deep and

It’s crazy how a chick will cut you low at knees men

Later caught up with you that’s when I found out that he’s been

Labeled a snitch and now he sits in a penitentiary and he will never get out,

get out

I know it hurts don’t it

To know you wasted your time

Now you a baby mama, hard times

Those are the worst moments

You kinda cute but not fine

Told me you noticed my shine

Asked me if you could be mine

Let me retort on it

Now I can say

That the night has turned to day

And yeah you hurt me

But you ain’t worthy

You need to get ya pain

Cause I remember way

This last one is sort of a doozy

Lord I miss suzy

Q and all the cream filling sure to be oozin

She more than a floozy

Whore she a beauty store

I tell ya I’m a go a mi amore

Straight spanish

She used to walk around in leather and lace spandex

And any nigga callin her ground would make pantin

A fiesty little chica with ass and stayed manish

Would cut a bitch in a blind second she gave damage

She never messed with a black dude

The very first girl I ever seen with a back full of tattoos

Said mommy I’m at you

And she didn’t front

She let me get in between them thighs and hips

Put her legs all around my head and let me drill it

Kill it

Now I’m infatuated

Was on her every day

Once I ejaculated

Don’t wanna ever stray

Niggas was glad to hate it

Got props in every way

And I ain’t mad she gave it

So I won’t ever say

Back in the days when I was young I’m not a kid anymore

Back back back in the days when I was young

Back back back back back in the days when I was young I’m not a kid anymore

Back back back in the days

Back in the days