How come everything you say is right, How come everything I say is wrong. You never ever open your mind, You never seem to hear the things I say. (Chorus
Action's being taken 'cos of this, You fucked with us and now we're really pissed. A hundred times you tried to shut us out, But silence isn't golden,
Hey it's 1984, With a glimpse of what's in store, It looks like things are up to us, No talk, just action in the streets, That's what it's gonna take,
Hatred I can't stand it anymore. The color of our skin we must ignore. Do you feel the pain or see the hurt, Or do you let it pass right by instead? (
Something's creeping up your way, With cans of pain and things to say. We wait until the dead of night, Then nail everything in sight. (Chorus) We
Take your pick and make a stand, With no regrets or change of plan, Keep your head, don't be afraid, Be proud of the choice you've made. Support your
You're beatin' up on your friends, 'Cos you're so insecure, You wanna be the toughest, But we all know for sure, You thrash because you know You're gonna
fight has just begun. You get in clubs, drink alcohol, It makes you feel you're ten feet tall. (Chorus) I don't wanna grow up, I'm never getting old
school and head straight up to the mall Just so we can be the first ones with em on Returned to school by lunchtime, like "Nigga what now? " And today
one now, How long will I last before I fall off? Runnin', for my life, in the land of the lost [Second Verse:] Christmas missed us again, Poppa robbed 7
the feelin' when the respect come Cause many recognized we got down to business And very capable of leavin' enemies wigs split We was kids... showin' up to school
pumps like sluts when they traveling with shoes in the trunk Im losing it punk Missing a few screws and a nut Im stupid as fuck Im from the old school
t get open Wouldn't get suits them shits was made to be broken 'Member comin up dudes talkin bout hoes, boastin I was just a Juvenile movin in Slow Motion I dropped outta school
goose And I don't be using flipping tounge twisters But I still get better in time like the whispers But older crews you see can't stay as loose as me Cause old school
Drinking with the best of the hustling I got butter knives like you got butter knives Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times All my niggas old school
you think? Come on, you can say. [Roxie Hart] Pfrrrrrr!!! [Velma Kelly] I know you're right. The first part is shit. But the second part... Second part
and actin' like a fool The way I see it, the more good they be writin' Makin' u wish that u stayed in a funky school (school) First class - guitar 101, james brown - second
we've been doing this for years Chorus 2X {Lil Dap} How could it be? 'cause if you bust for me, I have to bust for you These old school rules, got me
