Boombox Lyrics - Singles - Justin Hibbert [i]

[Chorus: Female] 

This is old School 

Like a boom box 

Sample that pete rock 

This is old school 

Like a boom box 

Real life no boondocks 

This is old School 

Like a boom box 

Sample that pete rock 

This is old school 

Like a boom box 

Real life no boondocks 

[Verse 1: Justin Hibbert [i] 

Ya 

Color cut clarity 

Shipping diamonds back to Sierra Leone for charity 

Blood on my wrist 

Friday the 13th 

Get with the program 

Checks are cut on the 1st and the 15th 

See you at the crossroads 

My harmony got me a crazy bone 

Smoked some weed now you acting old 

My percentage is cheddar and wine 

808's to 909 

Killing these freshman 

Columbine 

This is torture 

Rip it off the hanger 

Stick it in your ass 

Like ssssss 

Thats a Method reference for you strangers 

To Wu-Tang 

Anime and Afros 

This my paradise 

Coolio 

Topless hoe in a studio 

Howard Stern 

Turn on the Radio 

Egyptian miss, Cleopatra 

Silverman, Sarah 

How could i be scared of you 

When you scared of your mirror 

[Chorus: Female] 

This is old School 

Like a boom box 

Sample that pete rock 

This is old school 

Like a boom box 

Real life no boondocks 

This is old School 

Like a boom box 

Sample that pete rock 

This is old school 

Like a boom box 

Real life no boondocks 

[Bridge: Female] 

Everybodys says they're so new 

And i know it ain't true 

I heard a million like you 

It's better when they keep it old school 

[Verse 2: Sole] 

My boombox 

Still plays fear of a black planet 

Until we really live on a black planet 

Baptist madness 

Cause thats a fact 

Cause my bi know gonna bankrupt us 

You ain't real 

Till you use your trust funds to buy blankets 

For folks sleeping on the street 

Cause uncle sam fucked us 

Interacting with your brands 

I mean bands 

I mean the world is out of hand 

Spinning through space 

Till the only thing keeping your alive is 

The desire for a selfie 

We lived the lie 

Not saying no real mc's got day jobs 

They say real mc's punch up their girlfriends 

Real mc's are in a mass grave 

And they don't fall off to debt before their 2nd release 

Thats the way of the world 

Disposable youth 

Thats why its 187 on everything we love 

Motherfuckers 

Or should i say fucker of the youth 

Naw, fuck you 

My boombox don't play 

It strikes 

And it's still on strike 

[Chorus: Female] 

This is old School 

Like a boom box 

Sample that pete rock 

This is old school 

Like a boom box 

Real life no boondocks 

This is old School 

Like a boom box 

Sample that pete rock 

This is old school 

Like a boom box 

Real life no boondocks 

[Verse 3: Troy Ave] 

Count 100k in my tube socks 

I move more base than a boombox 

Box for the stash in the box porsche 

When i say HP i don't mean horse 

Harry got the power 

Cause i got the powder 

Fish scale sow 

Seafood towel 

Eating clams with my plug 

Paid the bills 

And i was handed the drugs 

(gracia's) 

Bueno's notches 

A good day coming through for the hopeless 

Break coming through 

That don't mean that they smoke less 

Jay got a coup 

Imma get it wit progress 

Re coup in the projects 

Picking up weight like a Bo-Flex 

My body built for this 

I'm grinding with now no sex 

Money over bitches 

Get the bitches 

With more Checks 

Motherfuckers