Lyrics:
and buy classic cars
And see classic tits at classic bars
Knoc steps in the spot and the girls all pause
Magic stick ill break down walls
Got my heat
and buy classic cars
And see classic tits at classic bars
Knoc steps in the spot and the girls all pause
Magic stick ill break down walls
Got my heat
(You got them funny ass colors on, take it off)
If you in the club with ice on, we takin' off
(I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it
You got them funny ass colors on, take it off
If you in the club with ice on we takin' off
I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it
1985
1985
She's seen all the classics
She knows every line
Breakfast club, pretty in pink
Even St. Elmo's fire
She rocked out to wham
Not
the patience to study the game
Dr. Dre made two Chronics and this is Chronic Three
I make classic hits and buy classic cars
And see classic hoes at classic
I was looking for a cheap car in the Sunday classifieds
When an ad jumped out and hit me right between my bugged out eyes
It was a two year old
(yeah), you know I'm iced up (iced up)
When I step up in the club, I light the bitch up (I light the bitch up)
Back on my saddle, blowin' purple out
the night
Roll one, I'ma light
Know I got the pack
2 cars in the front
1 in the back
Know that money stacked
Champagne's on ice
Do it once, do it twice
you crashed it
The last one elastic, tried to find real in plastic
Them other hoes is mass thick
Way you rock the classics, classic, bomb, bombastic
line, I ain't never never had to wait
I'm the realest in this game, I ain't never had to fake
Forgiatos on the classic like that bitch got on some
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah man, this is another 9 inch dick classic
We want to dedicate this one, to all the fellas
Who got a hard head bitch, who just
she's still preoccupied
With 19, 19
1985
(Woo-hoo-hoo)
(1985)
(Woo-hoo-hoo)
She's seen all the classics, she knows every line
Breakfast Club
she's still preoccupied
With 19, 19
1985
(Woo-hoo-hoo)
(1985)
(Woo-hoo-hoo)
She's seen all the classics, she knows every line
Breakfast Club
ya damn hands up
Gave my rims a tip because they're real good dancers
[Verse 2:]
A Black ass nigga in a Ol' School Classic
I Pulled up to Club Gucci
That's right
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car, you can't pass me
Haters can you hear me now, I can barely hear you
earth
Got the block jump'n er'body hustle
All hit the club at night, er'body bussing
Standing on couch, er'body gusting
Yo bitch in our section, er'body
Car-tel, R.Kel with the kid Cass-idy
Girl if you man start actin' up, ask for him or ask for me
'Cuz see, we could go get it crackin'
But you know what'll
did it in the car
(they dont think its real)
when you look this good
(yes boy grab a feel)
this silicone bout to blow up
tryna keep it classic, while
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Oh shit, look at them, they running on foot
They picked the car up, they on some Flintstone shit
Oh shit... and them niggaz
I'm liable to start a violent spark with a silent thought
I disgust you like dialogue from The Shop to The Wired Frog
Night club, shit, I was
Grr
I was in the club 'fore she even had it
She was twenty-one, I don't see a savage
She wanna be the one, she know I'm comin' static
She wanna
The Champion
Donald: Welcome back on this glorious sunday afternoon
for the final round of the Enbuary classic.
The legendary Champion is now
line, I ain't never never had to wait
I'm the realest in this game, I ain't never had to fake
Forgiatos on the classic like that bitch got on some
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