Old School Lyrics & Tabs by Too $hort
Old School
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Old school, I'm from the old school
Old school, I'm from the old school
I came in the door as the story goes
Looked around the room all I seen was hoes
It's like a pussy supermarket, let's go shoppin'
Packed like sardines, clubs straight poppin'
Fuck the V.I.P. section
I'm bout to hit the pharmacy, and get my head connected
Get me some protection
Walk around and see who I wanna have sex with
The usual a nice high yellow cutie
Or maybe tonight, I might find a black beauty
With a big ol' booty, no doubt
We'll have a few drinks and then roll out
I can't do the 'Jungle Fever'
With a big ol' booty, no doubt
We'll have a few drinks and then roll out
I can't do the 'Jungle Fever'
'Cause it's too many black hoes here that might see ya
If I peep a white broad with some ass and lips
Fine as hell I'ma have to ask the bitch somein'
'Cause I might end up fuckin'
I don't care what you say, I don't owe you hoes nothin'
I fuck tall bitches, even fuck small bitches
Too bad I can't fuck all you bitches
It don't take players like me too long
To get bitches like you to let me take you home
I got the game from Oakland, California
I'm Short Dawg, I hope your momma warned ya
'Bout the old school, do the old school
I'm from the old school, do the old school
I'm always hustlin', always workin' hard
If you tryin' to get the money I'ma do my part
On the weekends, we like to celebrate
Cash checks ride away can't wait
Fuck crime I'm bustin' Too Short rhymes
Unless it's bout millions I ain't tryin' to do time
It's like everyday is Saturday
So many bitches let me have my way
You can analyze it, all you want
But I was knockin' bad hoes with no teeth in the front
When I had no money and drove my momma's car
I had bad-ass bitches look like superstars
It's the game, old as it may be
it makes fine-ass hoes call me baby
I look down and think, this that fuckin' shit
Seein' this beautiful bitch, she just suckin' my dick
Too many times in a player's wife
We always have to hear what you squares feel like
Fuck that, do what you gotta do
I see you creepin' through the hood buyin' prostitutes
I know I'm fuckin' hoes, and gettin' high
You wanna criticize me but you livin' a lie
With yo' suit and tie, and yo' love for hoes
You ain't shit motherfucker and Short Dawg knows
I'm from the old school, do the old school
Do the old school, I'm from the old school
Don't cross the game they'll take yo' life
Respect the game and you can play all night
If you snitchin', don't get caught slippin'
If you bloodn' or cripn', other niggaz set-trippin'
Watch yo' back, it don't take a brainiac
We got a lot of homicidal maniacs in the streets
Sometimes life is terrible
Y'all say goodbye, niggaz say be careful
Back in the day they woulda killed yo' ass
For a reason, they might even keep you breathin'
Fuck your whole world up, you can't get down
Broke livin' on the streets and you can't skip town
But ain't no slow deaths in the triple oh
If you fuckin up then you get to go
Somebody gon' hold you down
So you can't get up off that cold ground
Lights flashin', and you keep passin' out
You know you fucked up with your bad-ass mouth
Once upon a time they woulda knocked you out
Maybe back in ninety-nine, but not in 2000
Anybody wanna do it like the old school?
Hella niggaz at the park with no shootin'
Sunday afternoon, at the park
Niggaz leanin' hella hard goin' by in the car
Do the old school, do the old school
I'm from the old school, do the old school
Old school do the old school
I'm from the old school
Yeah old school baby, beotch!
