trouble you were cool ten years ago, your fucking lex bubble [verse 1: curren$y] brand new tires/ rollin down the same old strip/ new party /same old
I'm just trying to get you and your friend to G-O Then I dream voices hit my ski-lo T-shirt, head band, tech-marino Old school throw back Memphis sho-
who? He make pimpin' on a *** look so cool Old school, old fools, steel on a *** first Run up with that punk *** and I fill up a *** shirt Do it to
Tre Ward You know Im comin clean, Starchin down the scene Im comin down sippin on that drank the codeine (Kici) [28:50] Damn, chillin with my old school
down roads I'll open up shop then I'm shuttin' down shows Luda, cash cheques that'll break the bank Then I'm in the Old School like Frank the Tank You
fucked up now We the nicest niggas around Y?all fucked up now Yo, a nigga wanna go to war with kiss, find him a ditch Old school niggas tell me, I remind
shit you do Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Old school, new school
me bitch, 8th grade Old park skinny ass well-fare raid Ustler and bruce brothers we was the shit Dungeons dragons, and bruce lee flicks Quit school,
by a Mack Truck And thrown about a block But I'm thinking nothing but gimme a rock Holding my sign I'll work for crack With my old-ass E.T. shirt on
made a queer sound That was in the late fall when the winter came I'd not a pair of bridges nor a shirt to my name I couldn't go to school or out
, what the mood is? Stacks on deck (Hell yeah) Is that your life savings layin? 'round your neck (Hell yeah) You place ?em shoes on that old school Lac
I don't like used cars I like brand new I don't like old shoes I like brand new Fuck her one time then I go and get a brand new Brand new everything jeans shirt
shirt cost $50" I said, "This shirt is whack and it's not worth this dollar!" The next half hour was the same old thing My mother buying me clothes from
in my cell, I eat your ass for real Even veterans go out with tight pants and lipstick Most rappers flex up, they vexed up, they actin' hard Attendin' Catholic school
' Flip number 2" I use to skip summer school and hit the block and move work That was enough to buy some shoes, pants, and a new shirt Now I'm shinin'
the um, um, khakis, 501's On my back I got the uh, sweatshirt You know, with the fat three creases Uh, my T-shirt, Slingshot, uh, khaki shirt Um and
I see you try to run behind But I'ma tell you, punk, you gets none of mine 'Cause I was taught, see a fool, use a fool By the niggaz who terrorized the old school