Lyrics:
Non of ye making no cash boi
If you want smoke get ready to clash boi
Don't shake my hand at the end of the match boy
See if a man want beef
Say less
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,
s, get busy (*drum roll*), aw
On the keys my man James, what you doin back there? (*piano plays*), aw yeah
So we about to do it a little somethin
new
It's been like that way before you was even born
Get up from the down stroke
Chocolate City for the black folks
Say it loud in ya hot pants
about the old days from what you can remember
As I reminisce back growin' up around my way
I can't help but think about the games we used to play
We
but don't play it mother fucker
If you don't like what we put out just say it mother fucker!
Don't you find this crazy?
So many people in the world that
Ain't wanna see em splatted by the Fo Five
Surrounded by the cloud like the old tribes
Living for the flesh really no prize
Why you think we giving
the grace
Made himself great
Now they relate
Pray for new fate
Pray every day
Christ paid the pay
You can say hey
But we still don't play
Two Bottles Clacking i made
This on Halloween, used
Two beer bottles i just wanted to say
When you
Got fans like Black Clover has fans
You don't need
new artist with a old school deal. (yeah!)
Taught the game by Steve Lobell (yup!)
So we always win, don't receive no L's (nah!)
New girls act like
up
By my fire’s damage
Old school, new school
I’m hot, I’m new
I’m lost, eventually I’ll find you
Old school, percussion
I’m hot, I’m new
A Dime
Can't you feel by how I'm linked in?
(Ooh ah ah ah) once I get that twitch
That's how you tell that I been drinkin'
Think I fucked a lot of wives, the
Way
do you do when
The old man's gone -- do you want to be him? and
Your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up
the place where angels come play
They say
That this is the place where it all can happen
For you, for you, for you, for you
California, knows how to make
a homie out in Texas, club scene reckless
Mention Uncle Snoopy he can get you on the guest list
Ridin' through New Orleans, rest in peace Soulja
Slim,
and backtrack
Mean what I say motherfucker, you can bet that
I feel the urge to write, I'm going to tell you all this shit for real
Woah, I'm on a mission
Cause even in my city there's no heart in the streets man
We all trying to compete, to make our life complete
By serving in these streets, dodging
"look do you want to do the video? You can
be the old man in it." I said, "Old man? Look here, look here who do you think you're talking to... old man
Came up with the same guys
And we still high
I don’t fuck wit these new jits
Bad thing I can vibe wit
From the Island
Old soul but some new tits
Take
a sumo
Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper
When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity
I was scoopin' girls before you lost your
a sumo
Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper
When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity
I was scoopin' girls before you lost your
a sumo
Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper
When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity
I was scoopin' girls before you lost your
starin'out at music city
From my couch
Fiddles steal guitars and pianos, how they play
Grinding out the latest sounds from music city, U.S.A.
Kay,
have someone to talk to
I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it
It's a trip it's got a funky beat and I can bug out to it
DJ
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