Lyrics:
on earth for these hoes
You my heaven on earth, you my hoe, baby
You my old lady
All them hoes hatin'
Well fuck what them hoes say
We rockin' Gucci with
rings on my old bitch
Dick down the throat ass niggas, old ho' ass niggas
Happy cause you went gold ass niggas
These niggas ain't spitting with me, you
[Chorus:]
Are you ready to throw down?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
prevailed
It started way back in the eighth grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class
Where everything he
the money
And he also had the looks
But shorty musta had that something boys
That can't be found in books
Cut across shorty, shorty, cut across
That's
rings on my old bitch
Dick down the throat ass niggas, old ho' ass niggas
Happy cause you went gold ass niggas
These niggas ain't spitting with me, you
I see niggas rockin that gold
Check my old shit bitch
I had the gold engine
Niggas had to get the chrome
These niggas, they fuckin whack
These
about a dear
Old friend of mine i gave it all of my money
But it makes me feel fine
Yeah, you know you won't give
Me no peace of mind try to understand
I
Lil'
Jason up in prison?
You think an eight-year-old
Had bad intentions? (I don't know)
Pullin the trigger
On dad just barely killed him
Just wanted
Thank you Jesus
This old world won't get me down
As long as I got prayers to
Pray and bills to pay
I'm still breathin' air
And there's a person there
uh?
Nigga ballin' out old school
Charles Barkley
Nigga was in LA, we will discut it
Bring a lot of cash
So I'm snatchin' off the lot
He got a few cars
to let her loose (uh-uh, uh)
(I tell ya) this old lady (oh man) she's so shady
(Ooh, uh-uh, uh) yeah (uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh)
(I tell ya) I can't take it
If its bout that money
Then you gots to kill them, haha
Come here nigga, that's the only way, uh
I'mi wake Hollywood up in this muthafucka tonite
I got news for you
I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
But I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money
You know what you're doing's a sin
Now
in line you're an old friend stranger
You'll burn me in effigy and I'll burn you in effigy"
A rattle snake up in Buffalo Montana
He bit the leg
pushed it to the limit
You thought Tony in that cell would've made us timid
We found his old cell, bitch, we searchin' through the digits
Anything Spanish,
or gentile
When you enterin' the realm, you find me at the helm
Still standin' like abandoned buildings
In the southern part of BX, can old school it like
in line you're an old friend stranger
You'll burn me in effigy and I'll burn you in effigy"
A rattle snake up in Buffalo Montana
He bit the leg
and giving tows
I spend all my money
On the lottery
When I win the lottery
Gonna buy all the girls on my block
Color TV and a bottle of French perfume
Old man Bodey sits on his own by the side of the bar
Drinking slowly, resting the boots that he's carried so far
Once was a gambler, 5-card poker
the grain
Like an old mule train
Keeps pulling hard against the
Here boy, there boy
The boss got you running everywhere boy
Ya got no money and ya
Hey old friend, it's been such a long time
Since I saw your smilin' face pressed against my window pane
Though it's the middle of the night
and givin' tows
Spend all my money on the lottery.
When I win the lottery gonna buy all girls on my block
A color TV and a bottle of French perfume
When
or gentile
When you enterin' the realm, you find me at the helm
Still standin' like abandoned buildings
In the southern part of BX, can old school it like
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