Snoop Dogg, Trae Tha Truth, Baby Houston - Old School lyrics
Snoop Dogg [Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.] Long Beach, California, U.S 🇺🇸
[Snoop Dogg, Trae Tha Truth, Baby Houston - Old School lyrics]
Daddy, I wanna ride in that old school today
You wanna ride in that old school
What you wanna ride in that fo'?
I'm tryna get this money, man
Oh, yeah? What you know about getting money?
See you're gonna be a problem
Just like your older brother, fool
I ain't mad at you though, sun is hot, huh?
Guess I might as well shine on a few today
Aight man, come on! Where my keys at?
I gotta hit this corner homie
Real anticipation shit i was getting money
A couple nigga hating
A couple bitches waiting too
Tell them to pick a number look like laguna
Kinda hard to keep them getting under
I'm in my old school
Swingin like i'm stevie wonder
They say my wrist don't make sense
I call them dumb and dumber
I track your feel through half these
Women call me trae the runner
I keep a shooter riding
With that oklahoma thunder
When he done he switch up cities
Like if he james harding
You about that wood? i like
To beg your motherfucking pardon
You better find someone to play with
I'm in my old school coolin nigga
Better not say shit
Hit the block homie
Shine on them like lights
Let the ceiling take flight
(in my old school) beat the trunk on them
Let the 4's poke out so fuck niggas be about
(in my old school)
A couple women with with me
Ain't hard to see what they about
So much ass they can't get out
(in my old school)
It ain't no point of flexing
I grab my 6 and money until my hustle run out
(in my old school)
Keep more wood than a cabin
Nigga what really happen?
Paint hard as fuck, leather soft as a napkin
Yeah the truth leaning corners
Like it's purple rain
I'm moving slow with somthing floating
On them purple planes body thick as hell
Picture in the perfect frame
Lord knows i only seen her ass
I never heard her name the black stayed up
Terrific king like the national champ
Real nigga exercizing till i catch a cramp
Slow loud and banging when i'm itching
The other chick to stand
Fore i pull my rank and send
The word to rearrange the camp
Im in my old school, this whip cold fool
Earthquake, i have it beatin
Through your soul fool
Brown cadillac, white chevrolet
All day every day (in my old school)
Candy paint dripping
Man i ain't ever slipping
Yeah i'm 20 cripping (in my old school)
I keep my music loud as i move the crowd
With the windows down banging that motown
Blowing the dogg pound
They tell me "slow down"
(In my old school)
Times wasting, i'm going to go get it
Drop the top, lifting out cities
Squat it, got it, feeling good
Rolling around my neighborhood
Bossing up, tossing up cash
Glass house, ass drag
Go to the store and get me one more
Low riders, three or four
Cali chronic is all that we blow
Trae the truth right from the intro
So when you get down to your last few dollars
Really wanna sell it but
You don't wanna holler laid laid back back
Lean lean to the side
AC blowing, now you know it
How we rolling on the west side
You wanna ride in that old school
What you wanna ride in that fo'?
I'm tryna get this money, man
Oh, yeah? What you know about getting money?
See you're gonna be a problem
Just like your older brother, fool
I ain't mad at you though, sun is hot, huh?
Guess I might as well shine on a few today
Aight man, come on! Where my keys at?
I gotta hit this corner homie
Real anticipation shit i was getting money
A couple nigga hating
A couple bitches waiting too
Tell them to pick a number look like laguna
Kinda hard to keep them getting under
I'm in my old school
Swingin like i'm stevie wonder
They say my wrist don't make sense
I call them dumb and dumber
I track your feel through half these
Women call me trae the runner
I keep a shooter riding
With that oklahoma thunder
When he done he switch up cities
Like if he james harding
You about that wood? i like
To beg your motherfucking pardon
You better find someone to play with
I'm in my old school coolin nigga
Better not say shit
Hit the block homie
Shine on them like lights
Let the ceiling take flight
(in my old school) beat the trunk on them
Let the 4's poke out so fuck niggas be about
(in my old school)
A couple women with with me
Ain't hard to see what they about
So much ass they can't get out
(in my old school)
It ain't no point of flexing
I grab my 6 and money until my hustle run out
(in my old school)
Keep more wood than a cabin
Nigga what really happen?
Paint hard as fuck, leather soft as a napkin
Yeah the truth leaning corners
Like it's purple rain
I'm moving slow with somthing floating
On them purple planes body thick as hell
Picture in the perfect frame
Lord knows i only seen her ass
I never heard her name the black stayed up
Terrific king like the national champ
Real nigga exercizing till i catch a cramp
Slow loud and banging when i'm itching
The other chick to stand
Fore i pull my rank and send
The word to rearrange the camp
Im in my old school, this whip cold fool
Earthquake, i have it beatin
Through your soul fool
Brown cadillac, white chevrolet
All day every day (in my old school)
Candy paint dripping
Man i ain't ever slipping
Yeah i'm 20 cripping (in my old school)
I keep my music loud as i move the crowd
With the windows down banging that motown
Blowing the dogg pound
They tell me "slow down"
(In my old school)
Times wasting, i'm going to go get it
Drop the top, lifting out cities
Squat it, got it, feeling good
Rolling around my neighborhood
Bossing up, tossing up cash
Glass house, ass drag
Go to the store and get me one more
Low riders, three or four
Cali chronic is all that we blow
Trae the truth right from the intro
So when you get down to your last few dollars
Really wanna sell it but
You don't wanna holler laid laid back back
Lean lean to the side
AC blowing, now you know it
How we rolling on the west side