Method Man - NEW OLD SCHOOL lyrics
[Method Man - NEW OLD SCHOOL lyrics]
I know it′s been a minute
My time means money when I spend it
I'm trying to push the credit card limit
You start and I finish
The company you keep could not witness
The hostile takeover
I done made it my business
If y′all ain't in y'all bag, I′m in it
Blowing through the breeze
I′m winning I don't tweet my opinion
Don′t care about MCs I'm offended
You can′t eat clout
Word of mouth on your feed I'm trending
Get IG, y′all ignorant
Drunk off the drink ya'll spitting
I don't think y′all get it
Big shoes to fill, I don′t think y'all fit it
If the work ain′t fire
I would that y'all would quit it
Uh, is this Old School business or is
It just an old fool venting
This old dude different
Different from a soul food kitchen
Representing the whole Wu district
This is how the old school do it
Get your life, get money, get to it
'Cause there ain′t nothin like
Some old school music
Y'all don't do it, like these old dudes do it
Throw your hands in there air
Like you ain′t got a care
They fighting in the club
But the party′s over here
It'll prolly be a hommy
But Johnny got an army up in here
This′ll probably be the party of the year
New car scented, just know
That if it's rented, i ain't in it
22 is on the Smith, I ain′t Emmitt
I'm ready for the scrimmage, this one love
Ready for the tennis
With this single I′m already independent
You start & I end it
The first 48 if y'all get it
Go & tell interrogation I did it
Now pardon my spittage
If something getting lit then I lit it
See the writing on the wall hieroglyphics
One word to describe I'm exquisite
One question to my tribe, can I kick it?
If honey give me the Q I′ma tip it uh
Easy pickins, who was fridge in the
Kitchen be the difference
I don′t play with these
Chickens Peter Griffin
But you can call it bird-eye vision
These birds don't deserve my attention
I preserve my pimpin, listen in other words
I′m dripping to give it all
In these words I'm spitting!
My time means money when I spend it
I'm trying to push the credit card limit
You start and I finish
The company you keep could not witness
The hostile takeover
I done made it my business
If y′all ain't in y'all bag, I′m in it
Blowing through the breeze
I′m winning I don't tweet my opinion
Don′t care about MCs I'm offended
You can′t eat clout
Word of mouth on your feed I'm trending
Get IG, y′all ignorant
Drunk off the drink ya'll spitting
I don't think y′all get it
Big shoes to fill, I don′t think y'all fit it
If the work ain′t fire
I would that y'all would quit it
Uh, is this Old School business or is
It just an old fool venting
This old dude different
Different from a soul food kitchen
Representing the whole Wu district
This is how the old school do it
Get your life, get money, get to it
'Cause there ain′t nothin like
Some old school music
Y'all don't do it, like these old dudes do it
Throw your hands in there air
Like you ain′t got a care
They fighting in the club
But the party′s over here
It'll prolly be a hommy
But Johnny got an army up in here
This′ll probably be the party of the year
New car scented, just know
That if it's rented, i ain't in it
22 is on the Smith, I ain′t Emmitt
I'm ready for the scrimmage, this one love
Ready for the tennis
With this single I′m already independent
You start & I end it
The first 48 if y'all get it
Go & tell interrogation I did it
Now pardon my spittage
If something getting lit then I lit it
See the writing on the wall hieroglyphics
One word to describe I'm exquisite
One question to my tribe, can I kick it?
If honey give me the Q I′ma tip it uh
Easy pickins, who was fridge in the
Kitchen be the difference
I don′t play with these
Chickens Peter Griffin
But you can call it bird-eye vision
These birds don't deserve my attention
I preserve my pimpin, listen in other words
I′m dripping to give it all
In these words I'm spitting!