Lyrics:
paint, old school, bouncing on threes
Bounce so high, found a ribbon in the sky
Laid hands on the blind and word to Stevie
They open up they eyes
$hort
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you want to be me for?
It's your
no El Diablo
When it old-school, caddy El Dorado, my bravado, hit the lotto
Scratch off without a scratch on my mavado
I said capo, the man behind
penned are a blessing
That I'll always be reppin' til I'm, old and decrepit, working on a song
Looking back on the fire in me now I'm burning to be gone
It's playin like a old song in your head
You say it ain't cool in the hood
I know some folks in the ghetto livin good
Now tell me how you get there, tell
were killed, at the time it was okay by the law
Racism, hate and violence, was all in the school we saw
Can you find me? I'm between the walls
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
certainly not the first reference to cannibalism in Old Kingdom texts, what is notable is the method by which the Pharaoh Unas achieves deification
gift is a super power
Old school like choong and shower
Old school like Gash By The Hour
Old school like clashing on the rooftop
Old school like Stop Dat
cities, new schools, different peeps, different rules
Pops working double time to keep us from seeing the blues, so
Mostly learned by my lonesome
Different
Out of the major league drafts
Cause I dissect tracks and get amazed by the reactions after
Digital warriors can't miss my pressence
I got that white
Do you ever think about when you outta here?
Record deal and video outta here?
Mercedes Benz and Range Rover outta here?
No doubt BDP is old school
show me my purpose
What if this song ended what would you leave with
Would you turn back to your old ways or believe in
I promise if you don't have faith
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
soul do
Heard you think the world done
Allat shit is old news
Could've been a track star
Chasing down that school bus
Mama need to rest some more
Niggas
you wan call em
An I'd rather be fixin' old problems
I can be ya role model
I know you grown, you can do what chu wanna
But a man is a father
that Paki you would wanna’ meet
3 shots in the Magnum is all I need
I belong to the Warriors Creed
Raised in the Khyber
No, we don’t kneel
Live by
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
was tired, I was lonely
I got no one, beside me
I was bullied by my old friend
Asked my mother, "how'd this happen?"
Said she don't know, and its unfair
trying different ideas
Paul is a classically trained pianist
Who is as close to hip hop as he is to the blood in his veins
I am an old school rap and r&b
be singin that old blues song
(Yo, you gotta buck em, or else you're soft)
Some I knew thought the same, now they're way up North
You ain't soft, cause
old
How many unit's have they sold?
Never go Platinum, never go Gold
When I make a tune, it's totally cold
When I make a tune, it’s totally neat
Spit so
[C9] barstool
The [G] music washed through my [D] soul, gave me a [G] high
CH:
It was [C] old school twin [D] fiddles
cnd a [Em] steel slide [C] guitar
Driving down the road while you are sitting next to me
Got that old Chevy fixed, the way that it has to be
When an old school-style country song is
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