- Old School (Feat. Baby Houston & Snoop Dogg) [Prod. By Trackbangas] 歌詞 Trae Tha Truth
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- Trae Tha Truth Old School (Feat. Baby Houston & Snoop Dogg) [Prod. By Trackbangas] 歌詞
- Trae Tha Truth
- Intro- Trae
Hey Trae
Whats up ,lil homie
Wanna ride in old schools today
Wanna ride in old school
Why you wanna ride in there for?
I trynna get to the money man
Oh yeah?It nuttin bout get money
See if got the problem just like you hold the problem, fool
(In my old school~)
I aint mad at you though
Sun is hot ,huh?
(In my old school~)
I guess i might as well shine on a few the day
He he(In my old school~)
Alright man, come on ,where my keys at?
Uhhh, i dont know
(In my old school~)
Verse 1-Trae
Gotta hit this collar homie
Wheel in paticipating
S**t i was get money
A couple ****** hatin
A couple b*****s watin too
Tillem pick a number
Look like lego kindda hard to keep from going under
Im in my old school swing it like im stevie wonder
They say my risk dont make no sence i callem dumbing dumber
I tracking field to have these women call me truth the runner
I keep a shoot to rap with that old glory hold my donder
When he done he swich up city like he jammes hard
You bought that what i like that big you ********* ** port
You build that find so wonder play with
Im in my old school cooling *****,bet that say s**t
(Chorus)
Hit the block homie
Shine on em like light
Lit city take flight
(In my old school~)
Beat the trunk on em
Let the fores poke out
So **** ** *** with **** about
(In my old school~)
A couple women with me
Aint hard to see what theybout
Got so much chancethey cant get out
(In my old school~)
It aint no point of plexin
I rep my six and get money till my hustle run out
(In my old school~)
Verse-2 Trae
Keep on wood in the cabint
***** was really havin
Pain hard as ****,let soul off in the napkin
Yet the truth leaning corner like its purple rain
Im movin slow its something flown known the purple planes
Body thick as hell,picture in the perfect frame
Lord knows i only see that ass ive never heard that name
The black they entered for king like the national champ
Real *****, exercise till i catch a craps
Slow down im bangin when i mention there to chip a stamp
Before i pull my rein as in the world to rearrange a camp
Im in my old school
This weep cold fool
Earthquake a heaven beating to your soul fool
(Chorus)
Hit the block homie
Shine on em like light
Lit city take flight
In my old school~)
Beat the trunk on em
Let the fores poke out
So **** ***** with ** ** about
(In my old school~)
A couple women with me
Aint hard to see what theybout
Got so much chance they cant get out
(In my old school~ )
It aint no point of plexin
I rep my six and get money till my hustle run out
(In my old school~)
Verse3-SnoopDogg
Brown cadillac
White chevrolet
All day every day
(In my old school~)
Candy paint dripping
Man im never slipping
Yeah im twenty crippin
(In my old school~)
I keep my music loud
As i move the crowd
With the windows down
(In my old school~)
Bangin that motel
Blowin the doggpound
They tell me slow down
(In my old school~)
Times wastin im gon get it
Drop top,Let it out seen it
Scrad it got it feelin good
Roll in around wit my neighborhood
Bossin up tossin up cash
Glass out hash drash
o to the store and get me one more
Low riders real fore
Cali chronic is all we blow
Trae the truth right from the air trow
So when you get down to ya last
Few dollar really wanna sell it but you dont wanna holla
Laid laid back back
Lean lean to the side
AC blowing
Now you knowing
How we rolling
On the west side~
(Chorus)
Brown cadillac
White chevrolet
All day every day
(In my old school~)
Candy paint dripping
Man im never slipping
Yeah im twenty crippin
(In my old school~)
I keep my music loud
As i move the crowd
With the windows down
(In my old school~)
Bangin that motel
Blowin the doggpound
They tell me slow down
(In my old school~)
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