Lyrics:
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With my boots and my cover and an old M16
Two bottles of water and a cold M.R.E
Oh you'll meet lots of new friends and you're sure to get paid
We'll
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With my boots and my cover and an old M16
Two bottles of water and a cold M.R.E
Oh, you'll meet lots of new friends and you're sure to get paid
the eyes
Somehow it will disease you
While you're lobotomized
It's meds, it's feds,
Don't need no PhD's
Load down, those sounds,
We love our MP3
The market keeps on crashin'
Tattered jeans are back in fashion
'stead of records, now it's mp3s
I tell you one more time with feeling
Even though this
But here’s what I gotta say
To anyone that questions my credentials, hi I'm Hank
And I'm from the old school
But I made up some new rules
And you
The clock is striking, guess it must be two
My baby left me for somebody new
I've been here playing since she said we're through
An old piano
once knew
I want that old time love again with you
Love was sweet, love was ripe
We’d rush home every night
Life was like a flower in full bloom
Little
mean, it's a pride, it's a blessing
I'm a product of Hip-Hop, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm a product of the old school and the newest of the new
beautiful, people it don't seem fair
Well I've been to Chicago, been to New Orleans
Yes, I've been to Chicago, been to New Orleans
But I'd rather see my
We bring you breaking news, a school shooting (crushing news)
Another school shooting (eleven people dead)
Reports of a number of fatalities and this
TSIt's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
8BStraight smokin baby, fryin em up fat
TSAtlanta to Houston, we still doin it like
on the wheel
I can't replace the way it make me feel
And I would turn her sharp
And I'd make it whine
He'd say, "You can't beat the way an old wood boat
cares
Yeah, the ones that you're calling wild
Are going to be the leaders in a little while
This old world's wakin' to a new born day
And I solemnly
The market keeps on crashin'
Tattered jeans are back in fashion
'stead of records, now it's mp3s
I tell you one more time with feeling
Even though this
Banging on my mp3
I got what you need
I got what you want
A vintage classic, bounce like elastic
Old-school song
on the wheel
I can't replace the way it make me feel
And I would turn her sharp
And I'd make her whine
He'd say, "You can't beat the way an old wood boat
If fans buy the shirt then they get the mp3
Music was a product now it is a service
Major record labels why are you trying to hurt us
Epic's up
a various artist compilation
But it's just me and HB and this shit take concentration
Niggas know I don't drop this often, so cherish it (so cherish it)
a blanket for our bed
But then we had our love to keep us warm
But the winter winds blew cold
Our new love was growing old
And our words were filled
With
was his masterpiece
Three neatly carved letters G O D
the ceiling
(I never knew I'd)
I don't do Black music, I don't do white music
I make fight music for high school kids
I put lives at risk when I drive
is war?"
"Son, that's when people fight and die"
The little boy of three says, "Daddy, why?"
A young man of seventeen in Sunday school
Being taught
(Whoa!)
Shake that body, party that bod (Whoa!)
Shake that body, party that body (It's a new God flow niggas!)
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
Step
Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me
$hort Dawg in the house, slammin' Cadillac do's, pimpin' hoes
It's that old school pimpin' all the way from
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