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Harris, my old friend, good to see your face again
More welcome, though, yon trap and that old mare
For the wife is in a swoon, and I am all alone
Sullivan show, and...the song is called "Mononucleosis"...and my daughter, I talked to her, and she said all the kids in her school, there were a hundred
of the world on my shoulders
Pray that heaven do something about it
The chick that I'm lovin'
Wondering who is she fuckin'
The friends I got 'round me
and cigarettes 

A hoe to help me with music have her ass jacked up 

In my vocal booth throw my mic doing backups 

She likes my old school Porshe 

She like
out
Cause I'm the old school pervert 
You know what I be all about
I'm lookin for a girl with some fat lips
And some nice hips
A honey dip to come
to the old school 
You never shoulda left in the first place fool 
Now everybody wants to be a prophet 
But I won't quit rhymin' bout my dick so get off it
of mummy-doesn't-love-me blues

Reality it seems is just a dream
She couldn't get it on with the boys on the scene
But what do you expect from a chick who's just sixteen
to dude
I'm grown man business, and I am not in school
Put your hand down youngin' this is not for you
On my +J.O.+ with beats by Kan-ye yo
My name
out
Cause I'm the old school pervert 
You know what I be all about
I'm lookin for a girl with some fat lips
And some nice hips
A honey dip to come
slow. 

Fuck me like you want it. Hittin' every little organ by her stomach. 

Stop back up, bitch who the fuck keep you cummin'. 

[Daz] 

And you
because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old School artists don't always burn
You're just another rapper who's had his turn
Now it's my
ain't never been to school together
We ain't ever shared weed, bitches, or ate food, never!
They say money never sleeps, gotta have two hustles
Since
ya'll and you don't stop
And to the beat Com sense'll be the sure shot
Come on

I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she
it sound like heaven well 

Seven six five four three two one 

JD what the deal is? Lemme get some 

How many occasions you and your liasons
all over this map"- Declaime on Lootpacks's "Episodes" (x2)
"From the old school I consider loyally true"- Big Pun off of "You Came Up"

Transylvania
"Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!"
The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost
ya'll and you don't stop
And to the beat Com sense'll be the sure shot
Come on

I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she
school
Slum-ass rappes be frontin real jewels
10 carat, like a parrot talkin shit back
Fuck Polly, who cares if she want a cracker
Is it because I'm tappin
and swearing I crawled from the manger

The highway appeared to take me from danger
Is there anyone here who would pick up a stranger?
Oh I wish you could.
(Jane, stop this crazy thing!) [x2]

She was this girl that I know named Jane
She used to be cool, now the girl's insane
Now all Jane does is
cosigns for Kyle and vice verse
I'm defined by my verse, it's gross like net income
You win some, you lose some, not me son
I got more profit than the old
is preposterous
If you a scholar you already know
So she decided she should focus on her studies
She couldn't have boyfriends, she could have
A man with forty acres plowed and planted
Can't send no fourteen year old boy to no school
The only thing I learned in the years I worked on my
"Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!"
The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost
Yo Jeff whats shakin' man
Whats up dude
Ay man remember that girl you know when I was walking to school
She used to diss me everyday (yeah)
Man