Lyrics:
the girls and to all the guys
Get paid, get it made
Get a good grade, live to a very old age
Checking out jet, no disrespect
To each and every member
on the gun reform that's overdue
Being owned by the NRA, they're comfortable and they thrive
Cuz the millions are worth more than those few human lives
When
Cause I don't stunt a gold cross like I Christian Bale
Yeah, they starin' at me jealous cause I do shows bigger
But your looks don't help, like an old
years old
And after that, she felt like she was all alone
But she got her grandparents and they raised her well
Keep going to school, take care
you can't leave someone
In the middle of a dance floor all alone
In the middle of an old school country song
Right when I was just about to lean
old beat
Check it out y'all, come on, come on
Just keep the same old beat
[Dinco D]
On the fourth day of school, hookie wasn't here
Today's
old school, I will find my way home to you
All the pain that I hide, one day I will say goodbye, and the tears that you cry, take
A look at the sky,
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
The old gate is rusting in the rain
Children, comin' home from school
No longer skim their pebbles on the old town creek
That just around the bend
who they dug up, yup, it's the Rugged
On the record with J-Live, I could hardly believe this
I never thought I'd be rapping on no record with school
Havin' baby after baby by the same old chump
And then the day came, he left the dame shamed
But who's to blame? Y'all know the name of the game
Pimp
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
drug
Dealers riding by flossing
What I go to school for? Just
To pay these school loans?
Plotting on the hustle but I'm
Knowing that ain't cool though
"Slow Jamz
" holla at your man
Old school like Melle Mel
Or we could go to the D where Drelle Drel
Or DC, PG, or ATL
Back in Chi, I mean my life like
Cotton candy stuck in the sky like clouds
Accomplished by over two hundred people standing around
Blowing them into the air at the same time
I
of classes
I wore them so the life I live was looking like the fastest
I tried to make it look like people listened by the masses
Little do I know these
ain't trying to get by
Cause I can't just get stuck in the same old mix
Know some niggas who stuck in the same old shit
Still be thinking about all
rapping to the hoochies
Dirty old fat hoes come up with a smoochie
Hoochie coochie la la la la
I might pull your tongue out your mouth
And try to hang
maps
The spinless ones fall in their laps
The brave and the bold are the ones to be fooled
With a diet of lies by the Kipling school
Watch your
the trash bin
That lies by that old stone wall?
Keep working on your grades
You don't need to talk to them at all
Wake up, Johnny
It's midday
Why 'you living
the youth
Invasion of the American rap band
I walk around rap land under the influence of the truant
Meaning I'm absent from the old and new school rules
teeth
Chevy's, old school Capri's, running from the police
Some didn't make it like Cochise
My homeboy died over old beef
Yeah, not Salmonella
Rolled
ain’t lyin' bout this shit
I just tell her how it is (let’s go)
Pulled up, hopped out
Tell me where you going (Uh, huh)
Bust out bleedin' in a old school
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