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the haters, watch it make me greater when I reach my goals
Kelly Slater as I send the wave near, you should sign a waiver as its coming close
It my pleasure

to the heater
Do a couple bumps of artificial sweetener 
In my wife beater 
Blowin smoke out the window of the old school two seater 

[Chorus]
Some drugs hurt

the old-school Chevys
Big homies in the glass house smash out
We sailin' down Bentral with our flags out
Blabbermouth niggas better keep the
Hood out they mouth

These are the rough times
Will I get by
Or will I grow old
Roll over and die
It's cold outside
But there's dough outside
The strong will survive
So

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

Get Down

Sound Providers

Looking Backwards: 2001-1998

2006

swing
Breakbeats and backspins, an old pad and a pen
These are broke mans poems, from begining to end
The P-are-O with the soul, so let the record play

grind
So others like us don't get trolled by bygone bigots online
Call me four-eyes, that's a compliment
I see through your lies clearly, they're evident

AND WAIT WAS THE WAY WE MADE OUR MIX TAPES. ONCE WE FILLED THEM UP WE WOULD BUMP THEM IN THE RIDE FOR ME I HAD MY BROTHA JC BY MY SIDE WE WOULD ROLL

(Roll that bitch up)
How we live how they tripping
(How they trip)
Are you snapping they ankles
Cause I could kill myself and Rest In Peace or live

Yo J. Scott
I always said that pendulum gonna swing back around
And cats are gonna wanna hear some real, vibin', old school type shit ya know?

these man are chasing clout
I'm chasing money making pounds
Best be keen cause I got my team
We keep it clean don't make a sound

We robbed off (shhh) n

smoother as a bitches face who just came off of Roaccutane
Hoe don't mix up cockyness n confidence I got both of it
Cocky as a jit teachers said I was

I got all
the gimmicks make sure I'm lookin' right 
See four feet tall, seven years old when I'm downo
n the mic I'm a sister-not-to-be-sold 
So much

School, ball or shoot I was running out of options/
Nights in the bricks had my mind feeling toxic/
All we heard about are gun shots and extortions/ x2

hoes on that half shit, I need tha whole fee
Yeah it's back to tha basics, yeah I'm back to tha old me
It's Jack Doey in tha mix like Pac nigga, I get

these Refugees from deep Roots
Rampagin' with a Juice Crew this Killarmy Militia Laylow in a Coup
Man the Sunz are fighting on a Black Moon
Smif N Wessuns

the pipes are old and rusted out
I can feel them busting now
My insides are breaking down but I still love combustibles
Learned about em once in school tried

the wary yet suitable
Ima carry what is daring
No rules could hold
What I'm sharing is a very new mix with old
Necessary ordinare when I'm out the zone

to shake it fast then grind slow 
She gone make a n***a wanna ride the rodeo
I'll beat that p***y up like ying yang 
And I hope you 21 like the slaughter

the cops
I'm still young enough to grind
But I'm old enough to stop
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
That I ain't ever going pop
Swear to my chopper and my

rolled by , and I picked it up
Popped it in the deck and I made it thump
Bump in the trunk like its old school (bumping)
Beating 12's in the back  (dope)

I mix the old school w/ the new school till its true school 
Lost in the groove like the dog up in blues clues 
Jesus come out jogging out the tomb

minutes to get with it, exchange business
Want my IG but I'm old school, I need dem digits
In refine mode, red wine mode's the situation
I could tell that

seen some shit it cut deeper than pain
Never wanted the fame
I just walk in n they notice me
With the words I flow like poetry
Hustle I grind like