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Old School (Explicit) - Trae Tha Truth/Snoop Dogg
Hey trae
Wassup lil' homie
Wanna ride in an old school today
Wanna ride old school
To wanna ride that for
I'm tryin' to get this money man
Oh yeah
It's know about getting money
See you gon be a problem just
Like your older bro old school
I ain't mad at you though
Sun is out hah
In my old school
Guess I might as well shine on a few today
In my old school
Alright man come on
Where my keys at
Um I don't know
You don't know
In my old school
Gotta hit this conrner homie
Real anticipatin
Sh*t I was getting money
A couple n**gas hatin
A couple b**ches waitin' too
Tell 'em pick a number
Look like la guna kinda hard
To keep from going under
I'm in my old school swinging like I'm stevie wonder
They say my wrists don't make no sense
I call them dumb dumber
I track your feel through half these
Women call me truth tha runner
I keep a shooter ridin' with that oklahoma thunder
When he done he switch up cities like he james hard
You bout that wood
I'd like to beg your mother f**kin' pardon
You better find someone to play with
I'm in my old school coolin' n***a
Better not say sh*t
Hit the block homie
Shine on 'em like lights
Let the ceiling take flight
In my old school
Beat the trunk on 'em
Let the 4's poke out so f**k niggas would be about
In my old school
A couple women with me
Ain't hard to see what they bout
Got so much ass they can't get out
In my old school
It ain't no point of flexin
I grab my 6 and get money til my hustle run out
In my old school
Keep more wood than a cabin
n***a what's really happenin
Paint hard as f**k leather softer than a napkin'
Yea tha truth leanin' corners like it's purple rain
I'm movin' slow with
Something floating on them purple planes
Body thick as hell picture in the perfect frame
Lord knows I only seen her ass
I never heard her name
The black stay up terrific king
Like the national champ
Real n***a exercising til I catch a cramp
Slow loud and banging when
I'm itchin' the other chick to stand
Fore I pull my rank and send
The word to rearrange the camp
I'm in my old school this whip cold fool
Earthquake I have it beatin' through you soul fool
Hit the block homie shine on 'em like lights
Let the ceiling take flight
In my old school
Beat the trunk on 'em
Let the 4's poke out so f**k niggas would be about
In my old school
A couple women with me
Ain't hard to see what they 'bout
Got so much ass they can't get out
In my old school
It ain't o point of flexin'
I grab my 6 and get money til my hustle run out
In my old school
Brown cadillac white chevrolet
All day every day
In my old school
Candy paint drippin
Man I'm never slippin
Yea I'm 20 crippin
In my old school
I keep my music loud
As I move the crowd
With the windows down
In my old school
Bangin that motel
Blowin' the dogg pound
They tell me slow down
In my old school
Time's awastin I'm gon get it
Drop the top liftin out city
Squat it got it feelin' good
Rollin' around my neighborhood
Bossin up tossin up cash
Glass house ass drag
Go to the store and get me one more
Low riders real fo
Cali chronic is all we blow
Trae tha truth right from the intro
So when you get down to your last few dollars
Really wanna sell it but you don't wanna holler
Laid laid back back
Lean lean to the side
AC blowin now you know it
How we rollin' on the west side
Brown cadillac
White chevrolet
All day every day
In my old school
Candy paint drippin
Man I'm never slippin
Yea I'm 20 crippin
In my old school
I keep my music loud
As I move the crowd
With the windows down
In my old school
Bangin that motel
Blowin the dogg pound
They tell me slow down
In my old school
In my old school
In my old school
