Lyrics:
talk about
try to argue wit me i say get the hell out!
i likea old school, i likea new school,
mygirlfriend like my name, Nihon Tai Mai Shu
if want
through the noise
like a breeze, in the summer heat like an old friend's voice,
a boston accent
well, my brother he got kicked out of school yeah, my mom
too many murders
Too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried
Plus I knew him for years
Passed by his family, but what could I
With their bullshit on Brexit And their trickle down lies
The rich just get richer
The poor will get poorer
Where the old and the homeless
Were expected
Mamacita
Papadonna
Mamacita
Papadonna
Mamacita
Papadonna
Friday night boy, breaking the old school out, boy we cruising
'Bout fo' niggas and fo'
With the cool kids?
You got the intensity in school
They call that grit
Just remember popularity is temporary
And you decide what comes
Next on your
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
depressed
I fixated on female forms
I didn't know why I was torn
Had no idea who I was
On autopilot just because
Old memories appeared in waves
I won't ever
and brought to school
By a friend of mine at class
Me and him and this other fool
Decided that we'll drink up what's left
Chug-a-lug so I helped myself
the fuckin' cafeteria
Fuck all that Hollywood shit!
Let's fucking rap, man
Yo, check it
This that high school lunch time cypher
I might just step in this bitch
I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool boy
Saw him the other
to hump, I was teachin them to suck dick
Always tryin to go up in a hoe
Got caught tryin to fuck in school they asked me what I did it fo'
You know just what
caught trying to fuck in school they asked me what I did it fo'
You know just what I told her?
I love pussy, and this dick is what I showed her
And now
stereo
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (to my stereo) "Come on"
Oh, oh-oh, oh, just sing along to my stereo (let's go)
If I was an old-school, fifty
tried to relax
I got dressed up in those ancient artifacts
And when I walked into school, it was just as I thought
The kids were cracking up laughing
just dropping crazy shit
Trying to outdo those fool who think they can spit
But I can't even lie
All this real life shit is passing me by
Talking
Oh does high school ever really end
Got the same problems no money new friends
Yeah the same girls hit my line still tryna date me
And the ones that
These are the days
[Chorus: Trick Daddy + (singer)]
(These are the days)
These are the days (when we parlay)
When we parlayed (just me and my team)
years in federal prison
I always live by the code of honour
That's why my best days are ahead of me
I am richer than I've ever been
I would like
I remember waitin' by the curb with Mr. Murphy
When daddy picked me up from school his eyes were red
We drove to the hospital in a hurry
Where my
Without it I be hurting
Old school rap give me inspiration
I'm tryna do it simple, you're the complication
Sometimes you're my only motivation
You're
need to get your bars together
Support your friends they try'na get noticed too
But if you ain't supporting me, then you ain't important fool
Old school
dealers stuck
him a few extra notches ahead of us. This life has never felt better. Acting hard with a
heart of gold. Just tempted by the look of it all. He
Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double crossed
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