Lyrics:
cities, new schools, different peeps, different rules
Pops working double time to keep us from seeing the blues, so
Mostly learned by my lonesome
Different
show me my purpose
What if this song ended what would you leave with
Would you turn back to your old ways or believe in
I promise if you don't have faith
Do you ever think about when you outta here?
Record deal and video outta here?
Mercedes Benz and Range Rover outta here?
No doubt BDP is old school
that Paki you would wanna’ meet
3 shots in the Magnum is all I need
I belong to the Warriors Creed
Raised in the Khyber
No, we don’t kneel
Live by
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
soul do
Heard you think the world done
Allat shit is old news
Could've been a track star
Chasing down that school bus
Mama need to rest some more
Niggas
you wan call em
An I'd rather be fixin' old problems
I can be ya role model
I know you grown, you can do what chu wanna
But a man is a father
out
Cause I'm the old school pervert
You know what I be all about
I'm lookin for a girl with some fat lips
And some nice hips
A honey dip to come
was tired, I was lonely
I got no one, beside me
I was bullied by my old friend
Asked my mother, "how'd this happen?"
Said she don't know, and its unfair
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
old
How many unit's have they sold?
Never go Platinum, never go Gold
When I make a tune, it's totally cold
When I make a tune, it’s totally neat
Spit so
trying different ideas
Paul is a classically trained pianist
Who is as close to hip hop as he is to the blood in his veins
I am an old school rap and r&b
be singin that old blues song
(Yo, you gotta buck em, or else you're soft)
Some I knew thought the same, now they're way up North
You ain't soft, cause
were soon at hand
And by the evening the vultures were wheeling
Above the ruins where the fallen lay
An ancient song as old as the ashes
Echoed
were soon at hand
And by the evening the vultures were wheeling
Above the ruins where the fallen lay
An ancient song as old as the ashes
Echoed
[C9] barstool
The [G] music washed through my [D] soul, gave me a [G] high
CH:
It was [C] old school twin [D] fiddles
cnd a [Em] steel slide [C] guitar
Driving down the road while you are sitting next to me
Got that old Chevy fixed, the way that it has to be
When an old school-style country song is
by
Because your messin' with my Bad Side
My, my, my, my, my bad side
My, my, my, my, my bad side
I'm like thunder, a barbaric like warrior
Darling
without caress.
I walk my way,
I am facing the strange unknown,
My whirling song is
Looking for my lovely warrior.
My heart’s
global Legions will stop all rebellions by the mis-guided ‘ignorant' kind, and
The Warriors Woke will be ready to choke off the rebels who spoke outa line
the water
They gonna think you a lobster, nigga (gang)
Uh
I just dropped a kit, you dropped out of school
These hoes wanna be famous 'til they make
it brought ease to my worries
Base my progress off of where i'll be when i'm 30
Is like a game-buzzer beater by the hands of Steph Curry
Got a
Warriors
guitar bum whose name I never knew
Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T Hall go drink your fill and blow us all away
There was this
she was a church girl
Well she just gave her hotel information to my merch girl
Comfort Inn, room 703
Old school, no card just a regular key
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