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Hey Jay! What's up little homie? I wanna ride in the old school today. Wanna ride in the old school? What you wanna ride in there for? I try to get to the money, man. Oh yeah? What you know about getting money? See you gonna be a problem just like your Older brother, fool. School. I ain't mad at you though. Sun is out, huh? In my old school. Guess I might as well shine on a few Today. In my old school. Aight man, come on. Where my keys at? Um, I not know. You don't know. Old school. Gotta hit this corner, homie. World anticipatin'. Shit, I was gettin' money, a couple niggas hatin'. A couple bitches waitin' too, tell 'em pick a Number. Whip like Laguna, kinda hard to keep from Goin' under. I'm in my old school, Swangin' like I'm Stevie Wonder. They say my wrist don't make no sense, I Call 'em dumb and dumber. I track and field through half these women, call Me Truth the runner. I keep a shooter ridin' with that Oklahoma thunder. When he done, he switch up cities like he James Harden. You 'bout that what? I'd like to be your motherfuckin' pardon. You better find someone to play with. I'm in my old school coolin', nigga, Better say shit. 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 fours poke out. Show fuck niggas what we 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 rep my section, get money till 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. Yeah, the Truth leanin' corners like it's purple Rain. I'm movin' slow with something floatin' 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 block stay amped, Cheerin' for King like the national champ. Real nigga, exercisin' till I catch a cramp. Slow, loud and bangin' when I'm mentioned, better Check the stamp. 'Fore I pull my rank and Send the word to rearrange your camp. I'm in my old school. This whip cold, fool. Earthquaker have it beatin' through your 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 fours poke out. Show fuck niggas what we 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 rep my section, get money till 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'. Yeah, 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 Motown, blowin' the dog pound. They tell me slow down in my old school. Time's a-wastin', I'm gon' get it. Drop the top, lift it now sit it. 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. Lowriders, three or four. Cali chronic is all we blow. Tray the 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. Lean lean, back, back, Lean, lean to the side. AC blowin', now you know it, how we roll It on the West Side. Brown Cadillac, white Chevrolet. All day, every day in my old school. Candy paint drippin', man I'm never slippin'. Yeah, 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 Motown, blowin' the dog pound. They tell me slow down in my old school. School. In my Old School