Ol' Skool Company Lyrics - Mplsound - Prince

Every once in a while 

You need some ol' skool company 

Somebody that appreciates a sexy groove 

And a old school melody 

When god his son and the love of family 

Ruled in the community 

The songs you sing 

Lift you up to heaven 

A heaven we can believe in 

Everybody's talkin' about hard times 

Like it just started yesterday 

People eye know they've been strugglin' 

At least it seems that way 

Fat cats on wall street 

They got a bailout 

While somebody else got to wait 

700 billion but myold neighborhood 

Ain't nothing changed but the date 

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Every once in a while 

You need some ol' skool company 

Somebody that appreciates a sexy groove 

And a old school melody 

When god his son and the love of family 

Ruled in the community 

The songs you sing 

Lift you up to heaven 

A heaven we can believe in 

Ain't nothing ever come from complaining 

Xcept a bitter heart, that's true 

Follow along and you gon wanna do 

Something before the next chorus is thru 

The songs we sing 

They used to mean somethin 

Now every other one is just mean 

Rather than reminisce eye'm telling you this 

It's time for a brand new scene 

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Every once in a while 

You need some ol' skool company 

Somebody that appreciates a sexy groove 

And a old school melody 

When god his son and the love of family 

Ruled in the community 

The songs you sing 

Lift you up to heaven 

A heaven we can believe in 

Everybody's sinkin' in the quicksand 

Created by the keeper of time 

Cast aside by using ancient tricks 

That changes ur state of mind 

They got you catering the whims of the flesh 

before you get your paper right 

Call me old fashioned 

But back in the day 

There wasn't no shorties in sight 

1st come job then come marriage b4 shorty 

Come out with the baby carriage call me 

Old fashioned just clap yo hands, just clap yo hands 

Radio used to be local untouched by the man 

Songs we used to sing used to mean something 

Now they just bland like the drummer 

Where's the real drummer? michael B 

Mint condition, morris day 

Jellybean wishin' Sheila e and brother John, sometimes me 

'til dawn 

If the white house is black 

We gotta take the radio back 

Power to the people 

Power to the people 

Put this thing on repeat go back 2 one 

And just move ur feet tell your friends Prince and 

The mplsound we can't be beat 

Suckas