Lyrics:
stoned Scoob? (Raggy! Zoinks!)
No I just want to be alone
Dude!
Am I old school
In a boomer's tool
In a box behind a lock
Passcode stands for fuck!
CDs are
just throw me the right number
Northside outside you better keep your mouth quiet
Take em down in the water shawty got baptized
Crook by the book why
I'm a known creator
They ain't fuckin' with the nomenclature
The games old school they don't know of Sega
My favorite past time is to troll
Pioneer flip screen for when the kids ride
Put em' on the Flintstones, Olive Oil, Bluto, and Popeye
You lost yo damn mind I'm old school
Six by nine,
Meanwhile
I'm sort of like a geek in the streets
But lethal, I could teach you
How to roll with the freaks now
The old school style
Bringing it back like new
cold
They burn baby burn
Old school dons now rest in urns
Upon the mantle
Families remain dismantled
Shattered from the 12 gauge that sprays
And shatters
I'm brown and proud and within that I have pride
I'm feeling great, what a time to be alive Surrounded by warriors, all we know is to
survive Only God
wasn't smoking out tinfoil
In front of the school I'm inhaling
I had the sour by Tracy's
Chain on my neck and it's danglin'
I will not rest til I've made
Rocco, kill it
Rocco, kill it
Rocco
Aye, aye, aye
Deep inside the heart of Texas
That's where I be getting reckless
Creeping in that old school Lexus
Agony:]
Ink in the bark
Sharks come circle your block
Thirsty niggas off the jerky and pot
Workin' the slots
45 minutes to Vegas
We got the old school tan
And my daddy, he wrote songs and he broke colts
And he went back to school to get a degree
Now he teaches music to kids, he taught music to me
And this
And my daddy, he wrote songs and he broke colts
And he went back to school to get a degree
Now he teaches music to kids, he taught music to me
And this
Old School Party-Dance Like We Used (Streethop Remix)
(T. Blakemore, J. Stringfellow, Trevell Franklin)
""Now here's a little something for
to the floor
Driving so long
Heading the place I belong
I miss you all
Listening to same old song
But also I know
That we’ll meet when we get old
We were
a lot of my songs.
cnd back in high school, I hoped to be the popular guy
We were poor, but I'd pretend like all the money was right
I wished to be
I ain't been kicking back like old school
Been worried 'bout what I might owe you
Been empty, but you need me soulful
I can't be mushy like tofu
I
Just an old country boy, wearing my Osh-Kosh boots
Walked by the trailer factory, every day on my way to school
And early on in life, the only
That song you loved in high school
Driving around with your friends late at night
No parents
Slight tinge of sex laid over everything
Not knowing you'll
Back seat of my father’s car
Watching the world go by
13-years-old on my way to school
Staring up at the sky
But a record come on the radio
Filled
horror, doom
Took my sword from Krypton's moon
My Compton ho, do blow-jobs slow
Don't go to school, do rock shows
Poor folks got jolly old songs
So don't
Take it back now
Old school, bitch slappin' till the break of dawn
ICP, Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Bitch slappin' to the early morn'
Six in
But that's another story - First we've got to win this war, see
I've been fighting since before we gave away our Former Glory
My soul's so old that it
copy 'em
Skeesos in my posse always tell me that I'm rockin' 'em
Old school, new school, make no, never mind
Your foundation's just been undermine
Just one hit, your life goes wrong
Nitro-burning funny bong
Another stupid stoner song
Fat and lame
The claws have been clipped and the tigers been
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