Old School Lyrics - Too $hort

Old school, I'm from the old school 

Old school, I'm from the old school 

I came in the door as the story goes 

Looked around the room all I seen was hoes 

It's like a pussy supermarket, let's go shoppin' 

Packed like sardines, clubs straight poppin' 

Fuck the V.I.P. section 

I'm bout to hit the pharmacy, and get my head connected 

Get me some protection 

Walk around and see who I wanna have sex with 

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The usual a nice high yellow cutie 

Or maybe tonight, I might find a black beauty 

With a big ol' booty, no doubt 

We'll have a few drinks and then roll out 

I can't do the 'Jungle Fever' 

'Cause it's too many black hoes here that might see ya 

If I peep a white broad with some ass and lips 

Fine as hell I'ma have to ask the bitch somein' 

'Cause I might end up fuckin' 

I don't care what you say, I don't owe you hoes nothin' 

I fuck tall bitches, even fuck small bitches 

Too bad I can't fuck all you bitches 

It don't take players like me too long 

To get bitches like you to let me take you home 

I got the game from Oakland, California 

I'm Short Dawg, I hope your momma warned ya 

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'Bout the old school, do the old school 

I'm from the old school, do the old school 

I'm always hustlin', always workin' hard 

If you tryin' to get the money I'ma do my part 

On the weekends, we like to celebrate 

Cash checks ride away can't wait 

Fuck crime I'm bustin' Too Short rhymes 

Unless it's bout millions I ain't tryin' to do time 

It's like everyday is Saturday 

So many bitches let me have my way 

You can analyze it, all you want 

But I was knockin' bad hoes with no teeth in the front 

When I had no money and drove my momma's car 

I had bad-ass bitches look like superstars 

It's the game, old as it may be 

it makes fine-ass hoes call me baby 

I look down and think, this that fuckin' shit 

Seein' this beautiful bitch, she just suckin' my dick 

Too many times in a player's wife 

We always have to hear what you squares feel like 

Fuck that, do what you gotta do 

I see you creepin' through the hood buyin' prostitutes 

I know I'm fuckin' hoes, and gettin' high 

You wanna criticize me but you livin' a lie 

With yo' suit and tie, and yo' love for hoes 

You ain't shit motherfucker and Short Dawg knows 

I'm from the old school, do the old school 

Do the old school, I'm from the old school 

Don't cross the game they'll take yo' life 

Respect the game and you can play all night 

If you snitchin', don't get caught slippin' 

If you bloodn' or cripn', other niggaz set-trippin' 

Watch yo' back, it don't take a brainiac 

We got a lot of homicidal maniacs in the streets 

Sometimes life is terrible 

Y'all say goodbye, niggaz say be careful 

Back in the day they woulda killed yo' ass 

For a reason, they might even keep you breathin' 

Fuck your whole world up, you can't get down 

Broke livin' on the streets and you can't skip town 

But ain't no slow deaths in the triple oh 

If you fuckin up then you get to go 

Somebody gon' hold you down 

So you can't get up off that cold ground 

Lights flashin', and you keep passin' out 

You know you fucked up with your bad-ass mouth 

Once upon a time they woulda knocked you out 

Maybe back in ninety-nine, but not in 2000 

Anybody wanna do it like the old school? 

Hella niggaz at the park with no shootin' 

Sunday afternoon, at the park 

Niggaz leanin' hella hard goin' by in the car 

Do the old school, do the old school 

I'm from the old school, do the old school 

Old school do the old school 

I'm from the old school 

Yeah old school baby, beotch!