Текст песни Snoop Dogg - Old School Ft. Trae Tha Truth

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Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Snoop Dogg
Альбом: Tha Doggfather
Длительность: 02:16
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[Intro] Daddy, I wanna ride in that old school today You wanna ride in that old school, what you wanna ride in that fo'? I'm tryna get this money, man Oh, yeah? What you know about getting money? See you're gonna be a problem just like your older brother, fool I ain't mad at you though, sun is hot, huh? Guess I might as well shine on a few today Aight man, come on! Where my keys at? [Verse 1: Trae] I gotta hit this corner homie Real anticipation Shit i was getting money A couple nigga hating A couple bitches waiting too Tell them to pick a number Look like laguna,kinda hard to keep them getting under I'm in my old school,swingin like i'm stevie wonder They say my wrist don't make sense ,i call them dumb and dumber I track your feel through half these women call me trae the runner I keep a shooter riding with that oklahoma thunder When he done he switch up cities like if he james harding You about that wood? i like to beg your motherfucking pardon You better find someone to play with I'm in my old school coolin nigga Better not say shit (hook 1) Hit the block homie,shine on them like lights Let the ceiling take flight(in my old school) Beat the trunk on them Let the 4's poke out so fuck niggas be about(in my old school) A couple women with with me,ain't hard to see what they about So much ass they can't get out(in my old school) It ain't no point of flexing I grab my 6 and money until my hustle run out (in my old school) (verse 2) Keep more wood than a cabin Nigga what really happen? Paint hard as fuck,leather soft as a napkin Yeah the truth leaning corners like it's purple rain I'm moving slow with somthing floating on them purple planes Body thick as hell,picture in the perfect frame Lord knows i only seen her ass,i never heard her name The black stayed up,terrific king like the national champ Real nigga exercizing till i catch a cramp Slow loud and banging when i'm itching the other chick to stand Fore i pull my rank and send the word to rearrange the camp Im in my old school,this whip cold fool Earthquake,i have it beatin through your soul fool (hook 1) (hook 2) Brown cadillac,white chevrolet All day every day (in my old school) Candy paint dripping,man i ain't ever slipping Yeah i'm 20 cripping (in my old school) As i move the crowd With the windows down Banging that motown Blowing the dogg pound They tell me "slow down" (In my old school) (verse 3) Times wasting ,i'm going to go get it Drop the top,lifting out cities Squat it, got it, feeling good Rolling around my neighborhood Bossing up,tossing up cash Glass house ,ass drag Go to the store and get me one more Low riders,real fo Cali cronics is all that we blow Trae the truth right from the intro So when you get down to your last few dollars Really wanna sell it but you don't wanna holler Laid laid back back Lean lean to the side AC blowing,now you know it How we rolling to the west side (hook 2)
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