Lyrics:
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
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
Nobody's gettin paid
Lightin it up
Shootin it up
Ya really should be afraid
You're lookin' for a new chin
So they tighten up your old grin
All you
run
We thought of better things to do
Love was sweet, love was ripe
Let’s bring it back tonight
Let’s make that old time
Lovin’ seem brand new
It’s
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
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
Banging on my mp3
I got what you need
I got what you want
A vintage classic, bounce like elastic
Old-school song
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
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
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
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
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
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)
baby workin' in her old blue jeans
I said three corn patches
About four cotton fields away
I said three corn patches
About four cotton fields away
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
We bring you breaking news, a school shooting (crushing news)
Another school shooting (eleven people dead)
Reports of a number of fatalities and this
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
take me to a small town
Let's relax and go nowhere fast
Till the new year comes around
Country roads, not busy streets
Vinyl records, not MP3s
A Douglas
Your Love preserved in the vinyl
Dear Vikki
Verse 2:
Old school new school dealing with the new set of tool
cll these cats Think they cooler than
Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Old money, new hoe (beep)
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what? What?)
Old money, new hoe
just received his medal
It was just an old hand me down Ford
With three speed on the column and a dent in the door
A young boy, two hands
New friend
Mind my own business, I´m on my journey
And I have enough old friends to keep me company
But you say "hey what´s up, you want
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One, happy new year
Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world
It's a new world, it's a new world
old bitch
Oh that's your new flow? Nigga that's my old shit!
This that new Krit shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas
One for the money, two for
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