corpse Violent J y'all and I'm outta control Steady slappin' off the California highway patrol Rockin a chemical imbalance and a stolen school bus Full
I flip I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas Niggaz can't bang with us, try to do me My crew be unruly (what) To old school cats that call gats
m in the mansion sipping Dom with Wong from Hong Kong We smoking fucking hydro out the bong You telling me Adolf the Assassinator 'you the don' Don what nigga, that's that old
know that I'm a skitzo Who listens to calypso But I'm quick though And old school like Hungry Hungry Hippo Ask my Queens niggas where I get dough bimbo Now I beat up clicks
that I'm a skitzo Who listens to calypso but I'm quick though And old school like hungry, hungry hippo Ask my Queens niggaz how I get dough kiko Now I beat up clicks
Junior talked that old husslin' talk I was no [Incomprehensible] daddy But I found out his daddy was a damn hussler Lil' Flip Represent 7-1-3 Now when
through BallGreezy gettin' money like he 'posed to Good dope in the drop like soul food Big Body, big rims on the old school Stay fly like a hood nigga 'posed to Lights off, click
you sleep It's critical nigga, it's too deep Fuck, your talk is cheap, paid to sweep Ya know this killa nigga from the west side of the street Old school
've been known to break niggaz off Hard type or soft, line 'em up chalk 'em up as a loss See me in the parking lot doing my thang Love to see my old school
casket I told him, "Slow down God, you ain't wild You ain't been in these projects in a while Runnin' 'round with that old school style" Don't think
with Mr. Millometer He's one of my best friends, bitch ass nigga eater And Miss Mossburg love it in the back trunk You know that old school bitch, she
I'm gonna smoke this shit until my damn breath stanks Hub, Glen, Shawn and Beave I ain't talking, man, unless you got weed Ron, Boo, my homeboy Frog Old school
t doing in nothing but puffing [Verse 3] (Pooh-Man) In the east we got 50 at the Foothill Flat lands nigga be off in Brookville Old School Red Fenz
my pockets lined 4 years now and I'm still waiting in the line 'Oh Jessie, I saw you on youtube I tagged old photos from when we was at school' Oh,
uncles [Incomprehensible] a chip off the old block The nigga you hear now the same one from off the old block Who used to stand on Front St. and get off the old
'm like, "Who you wit?" G-Unit in the house, yeah, that's my click Yeah, I'm young but a nigga from the old school On the dance floor, a nigga doin' old
law Can?t take it no more, niggas is fake to the core My state pen friends'll leave you broken negative ore Bet it all on the Terror Squad click from
love so much Wonder how many of us, these drugs gonna touch Used to gangbang, ain't really thug that much Rather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch Went to school