Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Old School, artist - Jay TeeAlbum song The Camp Is Back, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.06.2007
Record label: 40 Ounce
Song language: English
Old School |
| Chorus: Marty James |
| I took the top off |
| My black sixteen |
| Yeah |
| I’m a hand some corners |
| On my ride today |
| In my old school |
| In my old school |
| In my old school |
| In my old school |
| In my old school |
| It’s the most |
| Original, generated |
| The most wanted |
| Most hated, Chevrolet holmes |
| Completely outdated |
| Candy painted pearl blue |
| Nino Beezy |
| From La-leezy |
| Bet I got them dame piece breezies, fool |
| All up in my old school |
| It’s like a penthouse suite |
| Leather tucked in roll, nina, she up under my seat |
| Creased up linen |
| Hundred spoke D spinnin' |
| My primo Bash, we gon' keep winnin', mayne |
| Three wheel motion and sippin' on that lethal potion |
| Salud |
| That means we toastin', mayne |
| Bumpin' this old school |
| We keep it so true |
| I’m in the fast lane, doin' 'bout twenty, holmes |
| Repeat Chorus |
| I backs out from the G-rage |
| Looking like a mirage |
| Bumpin' that Love To Hate |
| From Bash and T-Boz |
| Apple over silver |
| Candy paint dripper |
| Pull the top back and blow the smoke out the swisha |
| Chevy strikin' heavy, straight hoggin' the lanes |
| No time for battle rappin', mayne, I’m ballin' for change |
| You know my six-tre is timeless, con me and Pocahontas |
| Take a little cruise, while we smokin' on the finest |
| Pre-Chorus: Baby Bash |
| It’s 85 outside, so I parked the Esco |
| Hit the car show, when I hit my desto |
| They say, «Ronnie Ray, how you get so fly» |
| Up in my old school, lookin' so P. I |
| Repeat Chorus |
| I got a fleet line, cool pipe, fresh dipped chrome |
| Two pack pop Don’s |
| In Suicide clothes |
| Two Cover Girl heinas with they high heels on |
| Put they monkey on the bumper, low ride fa 'sho |
| I’m gangsta down |
| 501 Stacy Adams |
| Ducktales shirt, Godfather with the cannon |
| Skirts wore in hers, look like the back fingers draggin' |
| Days like diamond seat threw in when I cashin' |
| A bar in the back, like it’s made for a mack |
| Flake invisible roof |
| That’ll drop like a rag |
| Music gon' blast to the sound of the 12 gauge |
| Bumpin' down the block, speakers 'bout to catch a murder case |
| Marvin Gaye singing loud like he still here |
| Girls throwin' thongs in the window, sayin' «Hell yeah» |
| Loco, ghetto born, land of grafitti |
| Gettin' detailed up |
| Like two sweeties in teeny bikinis (GANGSTA!) |
| Repeat Chorus |
| Yeah |
| Ha |
| Put it down, boy |
| Cigar |
| Baby Bash |
| Battle Loco |
| Mark Trizzown |
| Nino Briddown |
| Ha |
| Cosmos, yeah |
| Shinin' up that old school, baby |
| Playboy |