Old School

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