Old Schools

What's up, what's up man what goes on I don't know ohh yea I see you got your cutlass out the shop Yes you know my shit is out man Cutlass supreme and mack I bought it fucked up with a dent in the back May eighty eighty I flipped it Six months later I whipped it And now its done its all complete I can't wait to see Lil Bruce in the street I'm on my way to the spot ya'll To get my old school drop ya'll Pop the lock, hit the Genie What's up baby is you glad to see me And I know its been a long time But man you still looks fine The bumper's straight, the streaks is straight And niggas ain't fucking with the Fosgates Dude I'm ready to ride I'm off to the Millerville side Not too bootsy, but hecks a fly though Makes me a strong left down on (High?) Now I'm up to no good I spots Lil Bruce under the hood I said what's up sahob Thought you heard Lil bruce got him a ol' school bird Sixty-eight Falcon lights 90 degrees I came up manipping on some old chinese I'm slapping a four barrel on right now And I'll be with you in a minute to show you how I be mobbing like a Millerville veteran When I slap it out of first into second I got a 3 0 2 with the posi rear And I'm serving this bitch when I'm full of the beer Took her to Lifty's, they taught her to bark ass A mad ass hot dog loose in the park You up the block sideways that's cool But can you mobb that ol' school Can you mobb your ol' school Can you mobb can you mobb Can I mobb the question is how tight Dude I run circles round you squared up lights Burn long rubber cuz I love the sport Turn a few tight ones in a dead end court See I'm straighter than a rev, tighter than a Chev And dope into some good ol' doja I want Bruce the Great to bring the sixty-eight And meet me at the end of Mariposa And watch me yo, way too sick I'm 'bout to pop my U-joint slamming the Click Then we line 'em up at the stop Your Falcon, my seven-deuce drop And when man says go I push to the floor Bout to make my Cut do a million Slap it out of first as the shit gets skirting And now I'm doing a zillion Smokes your man I ain't joking That's why all four wheels is smoking You up the block sideways that's cool But can you mobb your ol' school Can you mobb your ol' school Can you mobb can you mobb High speeds I know all about them Ask the V.P.D. they tell you all about them Full of that good weed down for the high speed Fix to make my ol' school fly I hit the corner doing ninety with my partner 'Git behind me Damn, I hope I don't die The light was red I went through it I'm mobbing like I'm all out of break fluid Lil Bruce gets juiced when he's smoking that dank And manifesting make my white walls stank I'm up the block sideways mug mean Zapco pumping my four fifteens I drive like Kiwi you don't want to see me And blowing your doors is way too easy Me and you man, grill to grill I thought you knew Bruce was down for his wheel But waits till I hits that intersection And turn my wheels in the left direction I'm a spin forever like a bald headed fool Mobbing my ol' school