Lyrics:
get no streeter, nigga
I'm nice wit the hands but I'm better wit the heater
Old school style, stash haze in my sock
I'll bust at you and turn your
I'm dancing with my demons but this is a different song
Yea I'm sick and tired of being tired why it take so long
I wake up everyday but shit is
the old folks home
Twelve hour ride to the same four albums
Brand new whip but the same old outcome
Same old songs in the young man head
On repeat, get
They be askin' where I get my sneakers and my jeans
Old schools clean, and my pockets stay green
Little Momma ridin' shotgun and she's mean
Say I'm
The old man turned off the radio
Said, "Where did all of the old songs go
Kids sure play funny music these days
They play it in the strangest ways"
you see
It's gold, and it's gold that all can share. We have a great song to
Remember Lorenz Hart by, that wonderful melody that he and Dick Rodgers
anywhere close, maybe I can help
'Cause I come from a long line of lonesome drinkers
Old school bar stool jukebox leaners
Pop a top sing along country
without the primo beats
And it hurts my soul
I'm a warrior so though the odds is against a nigga, Dirk gon' choke
Some people confide in the person that
The Rhombus Warrior that's the name of the CD
You know how I move, I'm about the dash-ins
I prefer to be defined by my actions
I go far beyond all and any
The old me is dying bury the ashes
Righteous and ratchet
Takin over the world we comin in masses
Righteous and ratchet
We gettin lit strike up the matches
at the living room
Listen to the music about that radio edit
I was jaming it that was my favorite song
About "Ain't No Fun" by Snoop N' Nate Dogg
I asked this god a question
And by way of firm reply,
He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on sundays.
So to my old headmaster (and
cant lose
Except that mindset
All things you can do
Through Christ who strengthens you like bamboo
So Brush it off
Like a old school dance move
the land of the free
I hear alotta talk about cream
wish I heard more about anonymous warriors that are following a dream
I hear alotta talk about hoes
hear
cant lose
Except that mindset
All things you can do
Through Christ who strengthens you like bamboo
So Brush it off
Like a old school dance move
wish I could love Em all but I ain’t able to
Run up on em in the A - shit I pray they do
82 old school cut less in a navy blue
Drippin’ off - just
the gamut took risks always a gambler
Provide and kept fridge full dollar by the fistful
Drip smooth swift moves would lie so we can miss school
Arguments
a wild child livin' loud
If you want an opinion
Young, old, brash, bold, it's America yo
I ain't got time to be playing games witchu'
Cuz' I bring
the government required tax on
Fuck with me and you get immediately waxed on
School 'em on the reg but they like an old snake tail
Fusing with the head
Spiderman
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
took the law in my hands
So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's
the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free
Now I
you see
It's gold, and it's gold that all can share. We have a great song to
Remember Lorenz Hart by, that wonderful melody that he and Dick Rodgers
you see
It's gold, and it's gold that all can share. We have a great song to
Remember Lorenz Hart by, that wonderful melody that he and Dick Rodgers
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