Old School 2

Summertime, summer nights, just tryna make sales

It's a job within itself tryna stay out of jail

Fools wanna jack, they tried it and failed

I don't wish nobody death, but they burnin' in hell

Cause you gotta stay strapped in the city of gunplay

You here on a Sunday and gone on a Monday

One life to live, so I'm livin' it one way

Killa California, at the beach catchin' sun rays

Barbecues, lowriders ridin' deep

Hittin' switches on them bitches, pull up on three

Wheel motion, straight out the valle west coastin

Roll up the herb, blowin' clouds by the ocean

Yeah, now this is livin

Cooler full of pisto, homie, no fucks givin

Lookin' for some women, so we rollin' on a mission

Catch the opposition, send they ass to the mortician

This is not a question

This is not an option

Lee's Liquor Store sold me pisto at a young age

We learn to duck every time you heard the gun spray

Young mocosos hope to make it out one day

Troublemakers good for nothin, that's what some say

Drinkin' Mickey bottles, Cobras, and Ciscos

Used to go everywhere the fuckin' wind blow

Three a.m, smokers knockin' on my window

Tryin' to save up enough to get a Benzo

Street lights, stop signs with the bullets in them

New color Cortez, I can't wait to get em

These ladies lookin' fine, so we gotta get em

And the jura passin' by, but we don't even sweat em

Cruisin' on the canyons, say what's up to all the homies

These hyenas on the side of me, they swearin' that they know me

Wanna take me for a ride, got somethin' to show me

Said she got a man, but she feelin' kinda lonely

Was it all for nothing

Was it a waste of time