Lyrics:
resided on County Road 731
Way down by the railroad tracks
The school needed a bell to ring in their classes
Al Capone had a hideout in Palmdale just south
take me
I got my true niggas with me and we riders)(2X)
its hard times on the blocks in the projects
call my girl up in time to flip a county check
This is
DJ Khaled
This is
I'm about unity, man
This is
Gotta love it
Greetings from Miami-Dade County, Florida
This is, this is, this is, this
a child now (look at that)
A baby momma and a bow-wow
My nigga know you need to calm down
F-for County run up in your house
But you don't wanna hear that
middle school they was callin' me
Lil' Hershey kiss cause’ I was
Black as fuck like light side
Of county jail at 8
I know I’m dated, straight pussy on my
of them"
"As a high school standout..."
"The skywalker himself!"
"I felt, he could do, to make this an effective basketball team"
Grades nine and ten,
don't rock no damn perm but i am a teacher
I'll make you niggas learn
38 SPECIAL same color as my belt
I was kinda slow in school
I ain't need no help
and then
At least it keeps my body from the cold
Thank God, folks back home in Harland County
Can't see what success has done to me
Would you believe
better step to the back
I'm from the motherfuckin' old school
Basement party's in the Clem fool
Talkin' that trash, I wish you would
Come step
dues
I stood in line
Down at the County Hall
I heard a man say, "We're gonna build
Some new apartments for y'all"
And everybody wanna know
Yes,
now we rollin', boys
And my momma raised me, FLA paid me
I beat all of them cases, I'm on
Bitch, I'm a Florida boy
Old school, big-ass rims, sittin'
Niggas ask me where I'm from
I guess I happen to be vague
Went to school in Clayton County
In the Woods was where I stayed
Spent the ends in Union
got a child now (look at that)
A baby momma and a bow-wow
My nigga know you need to calm down
'Bor County run up in your house
But you don't wanna
screens
Now that you're wondering, How can it be real?
That the ones you've called colorful, noble and proud
In your school propaganda
They starve in
screens
Now that you're wondering, How can it be real?
That the ones you've called colorful, noble and proud
In your school propaganda
They starve in
(ride)
Why fly coach? Baby~girl ride with me
[Chorus]
Smell the fragrances, it's unforgettable
Had a hoes hatin' datin' back to middle school
They forced it on the county school board
And made a lot people mad
They planned to bus us off across town
And things got really bad
That's when
don't want none, better step to the back
I'm from the motherfuckin' ole school
Basement party's and the Klem fool
Talkin' that trash, I wish you
high school kids
Throw a punch, take a punch, steal a kiss
Yeah, she had two years on me, the day I turned sixteen
I had a fox body Mustang, she had
In Maricopa County where the wind blows wild and free
A man can live how he wants to live and be who he wants to be
He can be the man he is when
room blue
Taking a lil' hell raiser to Sunday school
Thanking God everyday 'fore the sun comes up
For the small town love, I'm a product of
Water
on his pockets
Watch the cos, they be watchin'
County news for the hustle
County spread for the muscle
Couple marks on my knuckles
Puttin' niggas
beat the county
Spec too hot, that's my main lil' runt, I don't even hang around him
And we barely miss, it ain't no rebounds
I was broke, couldn't
at?)
Remix
Welcome to my hood
Everybody know everybody
And if I got it, everybody got it, uh
Welcome to my hood
Look at all these old school
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