Old School Lyrics - Trae Tha Truth

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 

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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 

Photos 

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)