Old Schools

What's up? (What's up man, what goes on?)

I don't know, oh-yeah, I see you got your cutlass out the shop

Yeah, you know my shit is out man

Cutlass supreme and mack

I bought it fucked up with a dent in the back

May '88 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, y'all

To get my old school drop, y'all

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 **** 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

68 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 mob that ol' school

Can I mob? The question is how tight?

Dude, I run circles round you squared up lights

Burn long rubber 'cause 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 68

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 mob your ol' school?

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 90 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