Old School (feat. Snoop Dogg)

Hey Trae wassup lil' homie Wanna ride in my old school today You wanna ride in the old school? What you wanna ride in that for? I'm tryin to get this money man Oh yea? What you know about getting money? See you gon be a problem just like your older bro (old school) I ain't mad at you though Sun is out hah? In my old school Guess I might as well shine on a few today In my old school Alright man, come on Where my keys at? Um, I don't know You don't know? In my old school Gotta hit this conrner homie Real anticipatin Shit I was getting money A couple niggas hatin A couple bitches waitin too Tell em pick a number Look like laguna, kinda hard to keep from going under I'm in my old school, swinging like I'm Stevie Wonder They say my wrists don't make no sense, I call them Dumb & Dumber I track your feel through half these women call me Truth Tha Runner I keep a shooter ridin with that Oklahoma thunder When he done he switch up cities like he James Hard You bout that wood? I'd like to beg your motherfuckin 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 'em like lights Let the ceiling take flight (In my old school) Beat the trunk on 'em Let the 4's poke out so fuck niggas would be about In my old school A couple women with me, ain't hard to see what they bout Got so much ass they can't get out (In my old school) It ain't no point of flexin I grab my 6 and get money til my hustle run out (In my old school) Keep more wood than a cabin Nigga what's really happenin? Paint hard as fuck, leather softer than a napkin Yea Tha Truth leanin corners like it's purple rain I'm movin slow with something 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 stay up, terrific king like the national champ Real nigga exercising til I catch a cramp Slow loud and banging when I'm itchin the other chick to stand Fore I pull my rank and send the word to rearrange the camp I'm in my old school, this whip cold fool Earthquake, I have it beatin through yo soul fool Hit the block homie, shine on 'em like lights Let the ceiling take flight (In my old school) Beat the trunk on 'em Let the 4's poke out so fuck niggas would be about In my old school A couple women with me, ain't hard to see what they bout Got so much ass they can't get out (In my old school) It ain't no point of flexin I grab my 6 and get money til my hustle run out (In my old school) Brown Cadillac, white Chevrolet All day every day (In my old school) Candy paint drippin, man I'm never slippin Yea I'm 20 crippin (In my old school) I keep my music loud As I move the crowd With the windows down (In my old school) Bangin that motel Blowin Tha Dogg Pound They tell me "slow down" (In my old school) Time's awastin, I'm gon get it Drop the top, liftin out city Squat it, got it, feelin good Rollin around my neighborhood Bossin up, tossin up cash Glass house, ass drag Go to the store and get me one more Low riders, real fo Cali chronic is all we blow Trae Tha 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 blowin, now you know it How we rollin on the west side Brown Cadillac, white Chevrolet All day every day (In my old school) Candy paint drippin, man I'm never slippin Yea I'm 20 crippin (In my old school) I keep my music loud As I move the crowd With the windows down (In my old school) Bangin that motel Blowin Tha Dogg Pound They tell me "slow down" (In my old school)