Run-D.M.C.? [Beav] Yeah yeah, hehhehheh - I took a dump on their bus Hehhehheh [Butt] No dumbass that was Anthrax! Eh-heh I'm talkin about Run-D.M.
, nigga, I'm a Westside crook, nigga The forty motherfuckin' dollars on my books, nigga I'm not an MC, I'm not a G I mean I'm A to fuckin' Z and everything
a scuffle with these cop bastards I unlock handcuffs, my cockmatics I don't wanna talk to y'all if ya not attics I'm not average, my old school, stop
use ya tongue wit' it When dawg get my bricks, we jump in the six Old school, porno flicks, Walter D in the mix Dunns with more guns than Pun shot, uhh Dorasel blow more C
You know how the fuck we do it, c'mon Y'all remember that old school shit, geah Get 'em C'mon Your block is mine bitch back up We run the whole fucking
-el, el-el-elllllllfare, c'mon! Yeah Mr. Welfare He on some new stuff, what what is it? He all new and improved? Right? Yeah, like that old Bug-Out stuff
fiesta time in akron, ohio, But it's back to old guadalajara I'm longing to go. Far away from the strikes of the a.f. of l. and c.i.o. How I wish I could
's that old mackin' fast Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank Cognac lounge beat, cognac lounge beat Motherfucker, cognac lounge beat Mother, motherfucker Yeah, it's that old mackin' fast Old school
Football, Baseball & Basketball So Peace out y'all! I'm From Montreal! (P. Diddy) Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from New York! Representin N.Y.C
people inside, ya hood on strike I'm looking, for ya - high and low, nigga I'm searchin' 11 deep in the new Ford Excursion Me and my nigga P. - brother D
m gettin' closer and closer to the T-O-P I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G I'm on surveilance all day be the S-P-D's In my heart I feel, fuck the police
'm sober My cream got lower them things got colder Ever since the last thing I caught in October June's now here move around where Parts of D.C what ya
You off the chronic and you tweak Speak when I feel Cause I'm as real as they come I'm a bitch with a gun Neva run ain't for none So step, step up If
Eases yourself from my mind If only we could rewind And find this love girl we'd be fine Tell me Where, where's it gone? Where's it gone? (Got an old school
Bad Azz is puttin' it down (Dogg Pound Gangstas rip) Never pause on my feet, I'm D P G, L B C, me and B A D Low ridin' and Navigators foe the haters
for my folk, posted up in the cut, we chief in control Now what it is y'all, mayne, I thought y'all already know I'm old school like the hubcaps with them folds, now take it slow I'm
records live on, from now until infinity I'm from the 34, live in 3D Southsiiiiiiide, hot boy like I'm Figi Spit the truth til I die, give a fuck you
Yo, check it out son Yo, live in the place to be You got the capital G G to the A M C Givin a mad shout out to the Ranch Crew from the old school And