Old School - Jay Tee, Baby Bash

Chorus: Marty James

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Completely outdated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

Repeat Chorus

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

Pre-Chorus: Baby Bash

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 P. I

Repeat Chorus

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!)

Repeat Chorus

Yeah

Ha

Put it down, boy

Cigar

Baby Bash

Battle Loco

Mark Trizzown

Nino Briddown

Ha

Cosmos, yeah

Shinin' up that old school, baby

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