ฟังเพลงOld School (Explicit)

- Trae Tha Truth/Baby Houston/Snoop Dogg (史努比狗狗)

- Trae Tha Truth/Baby Houston/Snoop Dogg (史努比狗狗)

Hey trae

Wassup lil' homie

Wanna ride in an old school today

Wanna ride old school

To wanna ride that for

I'm tryin' to get this money man

Oh yeah

It's 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

Sh*t I was getting money

A couple n**gas hatin

A couple b**ches waitin' too

Tell 'em pick a number

Look like la guna 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 mother f**kin' pardon

You better find someone to play with

I'm in my old school coolin' nigga

Better not say sh*t

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 f**k 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 f**k 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 n***a 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 you 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 f**k 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 o 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' the 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 the dogg pound

They tell me slow down

In my old school

In my old school

In my old school