Домой Тексты песен Ol Skool

Ol Skool

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Yo, TM, play me some pimpin’, mane!
Anybody got an old school out there, mane?
Rev that shit up.
[Chorus – ×2:]
Okay, I’m old school ridin,
Tinted like I’m hidin,4-54 in the trunk when I’m slidin,12’s in the trunk, beat the streets like they violent,8’s on the feet, you probably couldn’t even drive ’em.
[Verse 1:]
Okay, I did it all in one day,
Pulled up on that one way,
Still a hood nigga pullin bitches off the runway,
Had to take these niggas straight to church like a Sunday,
Please, don’t run up on me ‘cause my youngins bout that gun play,
And niggas get murdered in my city for them old schools.
Nigga, pull you right up out your shit like they posed to,
So don’t let ’em catch your ass lackin like I told you,
Niggas treat your ass like a chair, they’ll fold you,
Pinky ring hangin out the window, lookin like a lick,
Step up out the whip all white, lookin like a brick.
Wood grain grippin, that’s the K, I’m ridin with the stick,
Diamonds in my mouth, that’s a karat every time I spit.
[Chorus – ×2:]
Okay, I’m old school ridin,
Tinted like I’m hidin,4-54 in the trunk when I’m slidin,12’s in the trunk, beat the streets like they violent,8’s on the feet, you probably couldn’t even drive ’em.
[Verse 2:]
Okay, it’s 3 in the mornin’, naw, I ain’t yawnin,
Hopped up in the old school, I just jumped out the foreign,
A zip what I’m rollin, and an eight what I’m pourin,
Wanna fuck me in her car, she say her nigga borin’.8’s on the feet, I just call that shit the high life,
Wanna see me do that shit again, that’s a highlight,
Don’t ask me why I smoke this Mary J ‘cause this is my life,
Weed so many different colors call it tie dye,
Smokin on the good stuff, fillin up my lungs,
Sippin on that dirty dirty ’til a nigga numb,
Know some niggas that’ll come and get ya for the fun,
I’m ridin dirty, fuck a thirty, bitch, I got a drum!
[Chorus – ×2:]
Okay, I’m old school ridin,
Tinted like I’m hidin,4-54 in the trunk when I’m slidin,12’s in the trunk, beat the streets like they violent,8’s on the feet, you probably couldn’t even drive ’em.
That beat harder than a muthafucka, TM!