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OLD S'COOL
Hip-Hop/Rap
OLD S'COOL was released on October 31, 2025 by Left Coast Records as a part of the album PARKING LOT HOURS
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Release DateOctober 31, 2025
LabelLeft Coast Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kazie
Kazie
Rap
AkriteRadio
AkriteRadio
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Elliott
Frederick Elliott
Songwriter
Bennie smith jr
Bennie smith jr
Songwriter
Kaelen Mitchell
Kaelen Mitchell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
B0nds
B0nds
Producer

Lyrics

Cruisin' in my old school
Cruisin' in my old school
Two miles an hour so everybody sees me
Clean to the wheels, **** thought it was a street sweep
Champagne popped like I'm celebratin' a three-peat
Pour a little out on the streets for the deceased
My team really elite, they sayin' we what the streets need
And if they not, fuck it, cruisin' in a drop cutlass
Black coupe with the black rag top covered
Old school joint like what Craig would smoke with his pop's brother
Probably not Sauvi's Monte, but I got somethin
Looked like some shit from Batman out of Blockbuster
Thots love us, guap, we got bundles
Cops try and cuff us, but stop, the drop covered
Insurance good, I know it's a '97
But that motherfucker pretty much new, it don't be revvin
It be slidin' like the reverend in the sermon when he yellin
Ridin' like the fuckin' president up in my section
Ain't it a blessing, while I'm
Cruisin' in my old school
Yeah, Left Coast Records four deep in a bucket
Cruisin' in my old school
In my old school, baby, in my old school
With a blunt rolled, every time I roll through, I be high
At the gas station, got the trunk shakin
Walkin' to the store, got the hoes waitin
Backwoods and some gas, for the oil ain't
They take notes while you're mad, while your pump fakin
In the old school through the midnight
Window down, blowin' smoke in the city lights
This **** Kazie always hungry, so we grab a bite
Then cruise to the parking lot, you know somethin' slight
Know the groove, keep it smooth, you hear it in my tone
I'm Akrite like the liquid in the styrofoam
Makin' swerves, hittin' curves, so I'm always gone
Like Unc in the 'llac, a player with the two phones
Hazy in the cup, got my eyes low
Can't let it scrape, so I drive slow
Hottest as the Lakers, yeah, they up the scope
Lowk shades on my face like I'm Curtis Snow
Yeah
Cruisin' in my old school
Cruisin' in my old school
In my old school, baby, in my old school
With a blunt rolled, every time I roll through, I be high
Written by: Bennie smith jr, Frederick Elliott, Kaelen Mitchell
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