Lyrics:
shit nigga I'm Michael Myers
My fans really love me I Get em wired
Congrats to my new bitches yall are hired
To all of my old bitches yall are fired
leanin' hella hard goin' by in the car
Do the old school, do the old school
I'm from the old school, do the old school
Old school, do the old school
parked out back
Any wardrobe she in, she hoppin' out that
Old-school game, I ain't never seen foreign
Hit the club buck and turn it to a party
Automatic
dripping,
You gotta see me baby
I love so, my old school, dripping from my old school
I can touch the sky in my old school, yeah
My old school's car
you mean dawg?
Ever since that mothafuckin car hit you
Somethin' been wrong with you
You been a bit whistle off
Tempo ever since you
Popped out
for 10 thousand stares
Yea sir hey look yo car might be rusty
Your ride might be old
But that thing get you from A to B
So go and put the thing
If I could beat the Block in a old school
Get fly like you supposed to
Then I just may not end up coming down
Old school tinted, wood wood grain
unfortunately
I make the club rock, make thugs pop guns
Make old folks do the bus stop, can't stop son
Shit I give you what's hot and what's not, I never knew
Biblically I am Timothy, visually I am Tripoli
Full of bigotry, fighting with Gaddafi over liberty
(?), sipping Hennessy
That's my only vice, old school
check
All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead
I just give her
Niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
Yes sir
Check me out, look
26 inches, bitch I'm sittin' crooked
Old school Chevy, faster than
Hear me come on
Everything I spit be dope swear this shit here just like crack
Still in the trenches cop a old school not a cat
Sickest in my city can
sittin' crooked
Old school Chevy, faster than a silver bullet
Strawberry paint, seats vanilla puddin'
Two bitches, gon' and eat each other's pussy
Top
the terms chicks are like cars,
Well I treat bitches like drinks,
When I step in the club and by out tha bar,
So let me quench my thirst wit you
Got to do something for the playas if you ain't a real playa
You'll have to go to the back of the club, this for the playas
And the ballas
schools, race cars for fun
I got a whole house full, you should cop you some
I get a crazy ass rush when I knock me some
All we do is roll some joints
Niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
Yes sir
Check me out, look
26 inches, bitch I'm sittin' crooked
Old school Chevy, faster than a silver
man them old folks they gon' feed you
I bring drama like Sammy Sam, I'm so plain fly
Twista, Bumpin' Do or Die
Car clean no suit and tie
Ghetto boy like
I know you heard the terms chicks are like cars,
Well I treat bitches like drinks,
When I step in the club and by out tha bar,
So let me quench
and dance
Spin the clubs cruise down the block
All the Japanese with their yen
The party boys call the Kremlin
And the Chinese know
They walk the line
burn a little weed
She just sucked off Ren, now she want Ricky P
We get money, and shake fake friends that get funny
Pull the old schools out when
And brother, I tell her give me what I need
Pull up in car service
Flyin' private when I leave
I'm chillin', two pretty women
Who speakin' Japanese, nigga,
the clubs, cruise down the block
All the Japanese with their yen
The party boys call the Kremlin
And the Chinese know (oh whey oh)
They walk the line
Because of that, a lot of groups fell apart
Rap is still an art, and no one's from the old school
Cause rap is still a brand new cool
I say no one from
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