Lyrics:
about black folks in school was slaves
We we're moor than that
So all I know to teach about black folks in school is slaves
We are moor than that
I
rapping to the hoochies
Dirty old fat hoes come up with a smoochie
Hoochie coochie la la la la
I might pull your tongue out your mouth
And try to hang
Ahh
We chillin' in the side of the Conner
Selling rap CD's
Nigga we tryna go viral, without a Hit
We just love classic rap
Old School vs new school
ever heard in your life.
I'm talking about the kind of song where not only is the character in the song dead by the end of the song, but he's been
It was during my 2nd senior year when Mom found Jesus Christ. His
spirit was trapped inside an old manischevitz bottle that Mom picked
out
and you are the reason
So when calypso play on the radio I
Turn up by the stereo like
Deep down I know that’s what been missing
And when a old school soca
Ooo
Sexy girl on a plane, why you cryin', what's your name, who you runnin' from?
Teddy bear, pink room, fresh out of high school, sweet like
School", and "Reelin' In The Years"
Just Me, My Old Man, and Steely Dan
Time goes by, memories pass on, and the real world comes into play
Like a sailor
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
wavy
Goin' against the bros, I'm addin' seven plus one eighty,
Young bitch on my side naturally, I call her old lady,
It can be the first day of school
school where the runners ran right by school
And the janitor and teacher
Threw that trash upon our table
It was fabled that the Jiggling man
Would take
fucking song
Let's do this though
(By any means necessary)
This is for the culture let's go
A fool with it the flow old school
Let me show you how a grown
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
The birth is comin' through
Listenin' to cut, old school laughin'
Tremblin when it came down the shoot?
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yo
Always beginnin'
(Intro):
(Man says): We're gonna slow it down at this time
And sing a soulful number.
This song is a song that, why' know, we all want to sing
and I aimed it at my fears
Dealing with the struggle of balancing school and a potential career
That boy was too young but now he's eighteen years old
the whispering grasses, stories old are told,
Of thundering hooves and warriors, brave and bold.
The horizon calls us to ride the endless chase,
In the vast open
This is a song for my friends I haven't seen in a long time
This is a song for the warriors who falling on the front line
Another one gone
really gotta like me
So there's no point in your talking
I notice just be barking
I wonder when gone bite me
Making old school new school they hella mad
Color
We had songs in the summer by OutKast and Usher
Learned life lessons from sitcoms on TV
I think I was raised right, right around the right time
history repeating
But the problem is the schools dumb you down so you believe 'em
If you try to speak the truth inside a tweet, then they delete it
Whole
Do the shuffle and the hustle like the old school do
Then you do a freestyle, don't play by the rules
Put your hands in the air, let me see you do it
an old school telegra mover wires to your home
Or a message in a bottle in the papers the radio
I'll be trying every day just to let you know
Here you
Mix up a batch of lemonade
Five minutes and boys I'm on my way
I ain't gonna let her bring me down today
Trucks blaring some old school feel good songs
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