Lyrics:
Growing up, all I wanted was an Ol' School Chevy
I'm talking about Chevelles, Impalas, Caprices, Cheyenes
Growing up, all I wanted was an Old School
the very end
It was 75 when Cheyenne moved away
It broke our hearts; we'd never be the same
But Paul, Calvin, and me
We did our best; just us three
In high
Towne
First day of High School went and got my tool, then I fell in love with that K sound
I'm from the park but don't play round, this ain't no
the south
And Louisiana from the south
And Mississippi from the south
Atlanta, Georgia from the south
[Chorus:]
That's why we doin the uh
South
the south
And Louisiana from the south
And Mississippi from the south
Atlanta, Georgia from the south
[Chorus:]
That's why we doin the uh
South
that underground south west side high it's a vibe come and ride many do or die, die
You aint even about that Nahhh
We from the school of hard knocks I
the schoolyard, no report card because I'm larger than life
Clothes smokey, eyes shining, 'cause I'm high as a kite, fuck it
High school teachers I'm a man
the south
And Louisiana from the south
And Mississippi from the south
Atlanta, Georgia from the south
[Chorus:]
That's why we doin the uh
South
of hush-your-mouth, 'n Joe South and that's home to me
She was born in '52, she finished in a Mississippi school
And something about her smile that turns you on
She's
It wasn't easy as an outcast
I didn't wanna show my face like i'm Kenny from South Park
It wasn't easy as high school loser
Being the target of all
Tatted up, I'm gassed up, I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild
Loud and rowdy
I'm a son of the dirty south
This that southern playalistic Willie
i’m clapping on her cheeks
While i’m at seagate beach
Cause it get warm like south west florida
Pulling up to naples high school,
With the crew
Tigers
doing the most
I swang and I swerve
Nigga like, "Who need a curve?"
Old school sittin' on high
Nigga like, "Who need some herb?"
Watch for
(???????)
El Camino pick-Up truck
(???????) Motley Crue
Holding hands just me and you
We don't need no high school
I think we're too cool
We'll have
know a killer (Know some killers)
Kin to Fowlers' but you know I gotta rep the Millers' (Miller gang)
High School, I could've been a drug dealer (Selling
mouth, 'n Joe South
And that's home to me
She was born in '52, she finished in a Mississippi school
And something about her that turns you on
She's
Windy City attitude boricua from the south side
You got eyes with that shake, mommy let's ride
Take you on a roller coaster, live that high life
Got
high school So my
Band hit the road and we didn't play no
Skynyrd either I came of age rebellin'
Against the music in my high school parkin'
Lot It
South Side on Sunday
Some things don't ever change
Yeah, you and me
'Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don't ever change (some things will never change)
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
a winter breeze
Down south swag cause I'm West Indies
Put in the work got the mack an cheese
Please don't not try ain't no stopping me
Skate with the flames
Top floor penthouse
I reminisce just once in a while
Q and Q for free
Everybody getting high when I come to the town
I was locked down at South
the slide
I be skippin' school, just to get high
The weed make me think better, it put me in a vibe
Gamblin' in the school, they put me in detention
I
high school,
So my band hit the road.
And we didn't play no Skynyrd, either.
I came of age rebelling against the music in my high school parking lot.
It
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