to this now dark to bark now Mad as that pushing the whip You ride up the block sideways that's cool But can you mobb that ol' school [Chorus] Can you mobb your ol' school
Mr. Millometer He's one of my best friends bitch ass nigga eater And Miss Mossburg love it in the back trunk You know that old school bitch she like
looking for some real shit. Then catch a funkdified batch. Like that!! Oakland's on the map. Tupac is on the big screen strivin. Gotta love a nigga for survivin. I wear alot of old schools
to Good dope in the drop like soul food Big Body, big rims on the old school Stay fly like a hood nigga 'posed too Lights off click clack in the pinto
metal in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I'm old school like the Iron Monkey My shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin
silver spoons in his mouth My brother shoved it so far down the kid shit it out Nate the Mack so loud in front of his house Leanin against his old's drinkin
the gappers And that's why Ice click was it First name St., last name Tex Hair brothers in their name Murphy Key Slow had a mass, Sidia Ali Old school
: *shotgun blast* *old school break beat, thugs chant "Bravehearts!" 7X* [Verse 1: Nas] Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective For all y'all
: *click* *dialtone* *numbers being dialed* *phone rings, is picked up right away* [G1] HELLO?! [G2] Whassup girl.. [G1] Ain't nothin - this nigga
: [Missy] This is an old school Missy exclusive [Verse 1] Look I ain't on no ra-ra shit You dont wanna test how far Miss get Me and Tim's cars got kits
that kid, from Harlem World and you know where I'm from Now my team, is out for cream and you know exactly what I mean So any click tryin to stop us is the click
to hit the stage and bring healing to rap "Don't let up" We still down for the cause With or without fame, stickin to the old school laws "Don't let up
Wayniac] Who woulda thought when we was young this would be, the same old click that ran around in elementary, was it the chemistry from moms and pops who went to school
a chip off the old block The nigga you hear now the same one from off the old block Who used to stand on Front St. and get off the old block [Chorus]
I ain't feelin dat Now you makin every nigga in your click Adapt da style of Project Pat I can't compromise my originalities You niggaz old school Fat
boom claats, shakey like Don Knots They bitin like a room full of pits and rots I got that old school soul Called take it back like repo And I got foes
: [Baby] Yeah We gon go old school Ya know what I'm sayin If you from where I'm from Ya know what I'm talkin bout the way we do this here this is a cash
While play more step than talent shows Prom nights tux and cane know its so cool Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school) [chorus -
