Baby Bash, Marty James, Nino Brown, Battle Loco (The Federation) - Old School lyrics
[Baby Bash, Marty James, Nino Brown, Battle Loco The Federation - Old School lyrics]
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Completely outdated candy painted pearl blue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
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
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 PI
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)
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
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
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
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 PI
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)
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