[Verse 1: Bootie Brown]
Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss
Always got mad when the class was dismissed
But when it was in session, I always had a question
I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and
Help me with my problem, it was never much
Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch
Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug
She was married to the man, he was a thug
His name was Lee, he drove a Z
He'd pick hеr up from school promptly at 3 o' clock
I was on her jock, yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti on thе bus
First I'd write her name then carve a plus
With my name last, on the looking glass
I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass
[Chorus: The Pharcyde]
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on pass
[Verse 2: SlimKid3]
When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly
See, she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me
That I should quit chasin' and look for somethin' better
But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter
I haven't gone as far as askin' if I could get with her
I just play love by ear and hope she gets the picture
I'm shootin' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger
She could be my broad and I could be her nigga
But, all I can do was stare
Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare
Now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated
Not at all overrated, I think I need a prayer
To get in her book and it looks rather dry
I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye
Although she's crazy steppin', I'll try and stop the stride
'Cause I won't have no more of this passin' me by
Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss
Always got mad when the class was dismissed
But when it was in session, I always had a question
I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and
Help me with my problem, it was never much
Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch
Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug
She was married to the man, he was a thug
His name was Lee, he drove a Z
He'd pick hеr up from school promptly at 3 o' clock
I was on her jock, yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti on thе bus
First I'd write her name then carve a plus
With my name last, on the looking glass
I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass
[Chorus: The Pharcyde]
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on pass
[Verse 2: SlimKid3]
When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly
See, she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me
That I should quit chasin' and look for somethin' better
But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter
I haven't gone as far as askin' if I could get with her
I just play love by ear and hope she gets the picture
I'm shootin' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger
She could be my broad and I could be her nigga
But, all I can do was stare
Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare
Now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated
Not at all overrated, I think I need a prayer
To get in her book and it looks rather dry
I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye
Although she's crazy steppin', I'll try and stop the stride
'Cause I won't have no more of this passin' me by
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