Old School

Old school, I'm from the old school Old school, I'm from the old school I came in the door as the story goes Looked around the room all I seen was hoes It's like a pussy supermarket; let's go shoppin' Packed like sardines, clubs straight poppin' Fuck the V.I.P. section I'm bout to hit the pharmacy, and get my head connected Get me some protection Walk around and see who I want to have sex with The usual, a nice high-yellow cutie Or maybe tonight, I might find a black beauty With a big ol' booty, no doubt We'll have a few drinks and then roll out I can't do the "Jungle Fever" 'Cause it's too many black hoes here that might see ya If I peep a white broad with some ass and lips fine as hell, I'ma have to ask the bitch somethin' 'Cause I might end up fuckin' I don't care what you say, I don't owe you hoes nothin' I fuck tall bitches, even fuck small bitches Too bad I can't fuck all you bitches It don't take players like me too long To get bitches like you to let me take you home I got the game from Oakland, California I'm Short Dawg, I hope your momma warned ya 'Bout the old school, do the old school I'm from the old school, do the old school I'm always hustlin', always workin' hard If you tryin' to get the money I'ma do my part On the weekends, we like to celebrate Cash checks ride away can't wait Fuck crime, I'm bustin' Too $hort rhymes Unless it's bout millions I ain't tryin' to do time It's like everyday is Saturday So many bitches let me have my way You can analyze it, all you want But I was knockin' bad hoes with no teeth in the front When I had no money and drove my momma's car I had bad-ass bitches look like superstars It's the game, old as it may be it makes fine-ass hoes call me baby I look down and think, this that fuckin' shit Seein' this beautiful bitch, she just suckin' my dick Too many times in a player's wife We always have to hear what you squares feel like Fuck that, do what you gotta do I see you creepin' through the hood buyin' prostitutes I know I'm fuckin' hoes, and gettin' high You want to criticize me but you livin' a lie with yo' suit and tie, and yo' love for hoes You ain't shit motherfucker and Short Dawg knows I'm from the old school, do the old school Do the old school, I'm from the old school Don't cross the game they'll take yo' life Respect the game and you can play all night If you snitchin', don't get caught slippin' If you blood'n or crip'n, other niggas set-trippin' watch yo' back, it don't take a brainiac We got a lot of homicidal maniacs in the streets Sometimes life is terrible Y'all say goodbye, niggas say be careful Back in the day they woulda killed yo' ass for a reason, they might even keep you breathin' Fuck your whole world up, you can't get down Broke livin' on the streets and you can't skip town But ain't no slow deaths in the triple-oh If you fuckin' up then you get to go Somebody goin' hold you down so you can't get up off that cold ground Lights flashin', and you keep passin' out You know you fucked up with your bad-ass mouth Once upon a time they would o knocked you out Maybe back in ninety-nine, but fnot in 2000 Anybody want to do it like the old school? Hella niggas at the park with no shootin' Sunday afternoon, at the park Niggas leanin' hella hard goin' by in the car Do the old school, do the old school I'm from the old school, do the old school Old school, do the old school I'm from the old school, Yeah old school baby, Biatch!