Lyrics:
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
But Momma Always Took Me Where I Needed To Go
In The Old School Caddy
A Single Parent On Wellfare (Wellfare)
And Even Though Times Were Hard
this EP by tonight tho
Wallet run dry, bills looking high tho
Spread thighs tho, high school was miles
Away from Van, but I feel the eyes tho
Stuck
$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
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome to the party"
Hey Grandmaster 5 that old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Hey Grand master Bob that
Old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
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
with that 100 emoji then I
Go turn a whole backroad smoky
I spent half of my p's on a ride
I feel like a pony
These old school shooters fell off now
no longer living
All about that cocaine dealing
No education, no pot to piss in
Old school, on chrome wheel
Window tinted, pistol hidden
That's
education, no pot to piss in
Old school, on chrome wheel
Window tinted, pistol hidden
That's the shit that I come from
In my heart, fear ain't none
Stand tall,
no longer living
All about that cocaine dealing
No education, no pot to piss in
Old school, on chrome wheel
Window tinted, pistol hidden
That's
Thank God it's on the same block as the bus-stop.
By 5:30, she's halfway there,
And the back's already hurtin' from the buses plastic chair.
"Live
My ice (Hittin') , glass (Woo)
Old school (Hot rod) , smash (Skrrt)
Almost (What?) , crashed (Damn)
Balmains sag (Racks) my bitch, bad (Bad)
I fuck her
If you’re not paying close attention
Dove Cameron might convince you that she
Can be in two places at once
In the past six years, the 23-year-old
just trynna live life
Stack this money like we suppose to
Remember sliding with my pops in that old school
Og he told me thangs I can't never speak
looking for the old you, emotion kept inside cuz I feel I couldn't tell you
Cause I feel I couldn't tell you On my way to school
I'd be sipping on some
curses, they said they want the old Nas back
Play the Clue tapes for old verses
Messin' my homies' lives up, sayin' Nas will rise 'em up
Like they wasn't
(to my old school down in delray)
c'mon and take me home
??
(cmon cmon) lets go y'all
there's another festival down town,
take some bottles back up
imported yours
Man I treat my MSFTS like the
Lakers - the court is ours
Look a nine year old in the
Face and say you're in charge
It's our time to shine
the book
A Mastermind
Never do a thing irrational
Lives forever, these tales are classical
Velvet bow ties, bulletproofs in the tux, when I roll by
In
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
"Fight tuberculosis, folks." Christmas Eve, an old
junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street.
The "Priest," they called him. "Fight
up!
(Live Hip Hop
Live) Ain't got nothing to do with Old School
(Live Hip Hop, Live) New School, Dirty South
(Give Hip Hop, Give) West Coast, East
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