Old School Vibes Ringtones

Alright class, we're gonna get started. Everyone, please don't take your seats, Close your textbook, Stand up, and dance to this song What do you think of when I use the word School? You might shrug your shoulders and be like, 'S cool – It's a needful but imperfect institutional tool To make the people on the planet not be absolute fools Or you might have the view that it's only half true What they teach, and that in truth it's a tool that uses you – Subject to abuse, and the subjects you take Are designed to make your mind subjects of the state ...Some say it's great tho — A-OK – And the best way to go is to go and get A's – But whether you B for it or don't C it as best Society D-mands that you go or you're F'd When we were kids We would sing this hook 'No more pencils No more books' When they made us go to school And yet in the days when the tradition began Way before the institutions and the social demand The Ancient Greek "schole" from which "school" is rendered Did not mean work you had to do, it meant LEISURE Leisure? — Yessir — Free Time? — yes! — If you had food to eat, and other needs didn't press You might read or write, if you liked — free of stress – So yes — in a sense, School meant Recess You might spend your time with a Socrates And talk thoughtfully about God and Being And contemplate concepts of cosmic things Without and obligation or college fees And speaking of ironic etymologies 'Education' from the Latin educare means To lead out from, not to sit inside — And 'study' meant passion for a task — yeah, right Now you might ask why, like — Bruh, what da fuh...? How'd it all become the opposite of what it was? School meant Days Off; study meant fun Why's it upside down? I'm confounded. It's dumb Welcome to the club. Are you really surprised? Humans have a tendency to systematize – And the systems are fine, until the systems are blind To the very human beings for whom the system's designed It's a means to an end. And in the end that means That whoever's at the head gets to set the meanings And assign the readings, and to set the times And to regulate the rhythm of our lives and minds But way before pencils and way before books And way before the tests that everybody took There was Old School School. (Word) Alright let's go ahead and walk outside now Put our hands in the soil. ... Don't forget your improvised song is due... At any time It ain't about your interests, kid – It's how ya get 'er done Better aggregate your passions into learning outcomes Don't be burnin' out, son! Reevaluate your goals Gotta crack another statue from the economic mold Got you docile till you're old – 'They don't want us to know!' But the thing about 'Them' is The 'They' is Us, bro – Life is short, learning's slow – Why go back to the source When you could simply get it second hand? A requisite course And yes, you're being forced – And while at times it may be free So is all your social media – It's not that hard to see That that's another way of saying the commodity's me And the product is becoming what they want me to be You're so lucky – Old school study – So what are we to take from it And what disintegrate? How to disentangle the age-old angle Of obligation in the way When we educate – How to make it relate so it ain't Disembodied and a Knowledge but in name Without making that very same knowledge All but impossible to gain? (Dang) Make it a GAME — make Work Play – Never have to go to, and yet learn everyday – Make it into songs, teach lessons over beats And not just on the internet but also on the streets Education is an art And performance is a part Of its method and its manner 'Cause the head needs the heart – Hip-hop History SchoolHouse Rock Indigenous traditions – Times change. TikTok Here's a thought — Honor teachers in the game that go the hardest 'Cause in the end the teacher is the same as the artist – Let em play their part as pop-stars, getting famous Being bona fide philoso-rapper viral sensations ...I'm biased. ... Should I even talk? I'm a product of the system, a philosophy doc – And my knowledge, on which I base this critical thought Is predicated on the privilege of having been taught – I've thought of that a lot. ...If we lost what we've got Is it tantamount to tossing out the board with the chalk? But it may be worth a shot: and here's the reason why Like nails on a chalkboard, we're just squeaking by Education is the basis of society's design – The system that instills what's in everybody's mind And under this system, the society we find's Economically unequal, ecologically awry So redefine School: Not a tool of the state But a movement that arises from those who create – Whose mode of exchange isn't monetary wealth But Relationship and Wisdom. An end in itself No more tests No more rules No more half-truths Back to the roots – Back to Old School Schools You're so lucky – Old school study No more hassles (Old school study) No wack books No more teacher's dirty looks No more bureaucratic crooks (Old school study) And school boards with too many crooks No more standards (Old school study) No more rules No more half truths Back to the roots No more half truths (Old school study) Back to the roots Back to the roots Old school school Alright well, that's it for me today ... But we'll meet again for our next session ... Whenever we meet again. ... And until then... Study!

Don't believe everything happiness says Nothing feels better than hiding these days We bury our fears in the drinks, in these tears For the days we believed we could fly Call up your brothers and sisters and friends We'll go back to the place where the night never ends We'll remember the fires, the burning car tires Boy, how in the hell did we get here? So why don't you meet me down behind the old school? We'll waste away the weekend with perfect regard For how cavalier we used to be that beautiful insanity The apathy's surrounding me Don't close your eyes or we'll fade away Over and over and over again We sat down for a minute, grew up into men Now we're putting out fires and changing car tires Man, how in the hell did we get here? So why don't you meet me down behind the old school? We'll waste away the weekend with perfect regard For how cavalier we used to be that beautiful insanity The apathy's surrounding me Don't close your eyes or we'll fade away this time And we'll never get back what we gave away When we still have that fire in our eyes Don't believe everything happiness says Nothings as real as our old reckless ways When we drink by the fires, the burning car tires Bad girls and good liars, the dreams we'd conspire The days we went crazy, the nights wild and hazy Man, how in the hell did we get here? So why don't you meet me down behind the old school? We'll waste away the weekend with perfect regard For how cavalier we used to be that beautiful insanity The apathy's surrounding me Don't close your eyes or we'll fade Why don't you meet me down behind the old school? We'll waste away the weekend with perfect regard For how cavalier we used to be that beautiful insanity The apathy's surrounding me Don't close your eyes or we'll fade

Here's the old school, with the new school (back, back in the days) Here's the old school, with the new school (back, back in the days) Here's the old school, With the new school (back, back, back in the days) Here's the old school, with the new school (back, back in the days) R. Kelly play me something from the old School (Here's the old school, with the new school) R. Kelly play me something from the old School (Here's the old school, with the new school) R. Kelly play me something from the old School (Here's the old school, with the new school) R. Kelly play me something from the old School (Here's the old school, with the new school) (Back, back in the days) Hey boy, won't you play for me Right now, give me that old school beat I wanna hear it here (there it is) Groovin' all night long I gotta let you know You got it goin' on Play it for me R. Kelly play me something from the old School (Here's the old school, with the new school) R. Kelly play me something from the old School (Here's the old school, with the new school) R. Kelly play me something from the old School (Here's the old school, with the new school) R. Kelly play me something from the old School (Here's the old school, with the new school) Hey boy, let me hear your song Yeah play till the break of dawn Keep it right here Groovin' all night I gotta let you know That it feels so right Play it for me R. Kelly play me something from the old school R. Kelly play me something from the old school R. Kelly play me something from the old school R. Kelly play me something from the old school Yo, back in the days I used to listen to records Tryin' to figure out how I could make my own records Workin' in restaurants, bustin' on dishes Hopin' that the man upstairs respect my wishes Cigerette lighters, Ardig wallets, I was sellin' them 'Till I met the B.H and bust down a capella to him He said you got talent and you're goin' places I'd heard that line before but what the heck I signed the papers Ever since that day I drew my head high it was on And now I'm mixing new music with the old school songs R. Kelly play me something from the old school R. Kelly play me something from the old school R. Kelly play me something from the old school R. Kelly play me something from the old school...

Classic, uh, uh, uh I'd like to welcome y'all to Exit 13 My name is LL Cool J AKA the goat R. Leslie on the track, uh, uh, uh I told y'all that I would make a killing I told y'all I blow like Mount St. Helen's I told y'all I'm the truth, they paint me like a villain Sick on paper, the inch to penicillin I told y'all the real, they started catching feelings Muthafuck 'em all, throw ya L's to the ceiling Cool J, still hotter than a helicopter crashing in lava Still sweeter to the ladies than a box of Godiva Music industry is like a game of cops and robbers Too many Indians, no chiefs to follow What I'm sowing today, I be reaping tomorrow So here's some joyful bars, to replace your sorrow I'm beyond a legend, I'm iconic Fall off, rebuild, your man's bionic Put your trust in me, I never let you down I always come up with a way to checkmate these clowns I effeminate these clowns, tryin' to take me down Ask Puffy and Nas, who hates me now The phenomenon, ladies love the don I give 'em an ear-gasm, they can't keep calm Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno I told y'all that I was coming back I told y'all I ain't going out like that I told y'all I was the greatest to ever rap And I built Def Jam and took a piss on the map I told y'all, I wasn't like the other cats I'm fresh like a Wii, them niggas playing jacks They all a bunch of a rats, they copying off 2Pac's stats Wearing tuxedos to hide they tight speedo Chains is tucked in, I'm incognito Fuck with your ego and touch your girl's labito There will never be on flyer, LL Cool J Taking you higher and higher The wire, the GOAT, the grand sire Who good at 24's if you want flat tires Telling your soul and then performing with a choir People, please, don't listen to these liars Ladies and gentlemen, these, niggas is selling you up Bunch of irrelevant shit, it's not intelligent, is it? My shit's exquisite, don't follow the yellow brick road Them niggas faking like the Wizard Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Is it really possible I'm this hot? LL Cool J, still on top? 24 years, I ain't forget the block You can ask my Jay in the shop Linden Boulevard, little Coupe, big rocks Real estate only, I ain't fucking with the stocks Why not, so our grand kids could feed they grand kids And they grand kids, can feed they damn kids And Collin Park throw ya hands in the air Jump before I turn 'em in a Cool J affair My word is my bond, every summer I'm there Y'all can jump double dutch while I'm laying in the cut I told y'all I wasn't giving up I told y'all, I can jump on tracks and switch the rhythm up Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up You'd been standing by my side for years Sold out concerts, screams and cheers Front row T-Shirt, L, we here I bought every album, too many to count 'em Watch your movies, your the only good thing about 'em Todd Smith jeans, I can't live without 'em And the only thing I want from you Is for you to keep doing that shit you do Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D And Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane When De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game I can't explain how it was, Whodini Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was Them block parties in the projects, and on my block You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic Remember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way Ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way Nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way Ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember Way back, the weak weed they had Too many seeds in the trey bag I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin' With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin' 'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'? I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way Ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way Nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way Nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way Ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber Breakdancin to Melle Mel Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti Be careful don't let the transit cops see me It ain't nuttin like the old school! (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end) It ain't nuttin like the old school Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party? Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house? And motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm) I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say They was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes? Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that? Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window? (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...) The ice cream truck, member all the mother... Member the italian icey's yo? Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down With the coconut icey's and shit? I came through the door, said it before That was the SHIT!

Yeah, back in the high school, yeah they're so cool Letterman jackets in the parking lot Draggin' on a Camel light, back behind the Five and Dime Prayin' that they never get caught Everybody's gonna fish fry Saturday night 'Cause if you call one, gotta call 'em all Cruisin' down the main street, drivin' through the Dairy Queen Ain't got a Walmart, ain't got a mall We're old school, small town stickin' around Just like folks used to, good ol' boys and girls Just fallin' in love, livin' the life, yeah Middle of nowhere feels about right Keepin' it old school, just the way we like Married by 19, two pawn shop rings Ain't a big city, but it sure is nice Blue collar, six-pack, work hard, laid back Sittin' on the front porch, drop on by Pickin' on a six-string, livin' on a shoestring Ain't got much, but we don't care Needle on a record don't get any better Like, "Whoa baby, we're halfway there" We're old school, small town stickin' around Just like folks used to, good ol' boys and girls Just fallin' in love, livin' the life, yeah Middle of nowhere feels about right Keepin' it old school, just the way we like Everybody say old school, small town stickin' around Just like folks used to, good ol' boys and girls Just fallin' in love, livin' the life, yeah Middle of nowhere feels about right Keepin' it old school, just the way we like Yeah, we're kickin' it old school, it's a small town stickin' around Just like folks used to, good ol' boys and girls Just fallin' in love, livin' the life, yeah Middle of nowhere feels about right Keepin' it old school, just the way we like Old school Old school

(I love you) (I love you) She thinks that love is overrated She says she's heard it all before Keep saying chivalry has faded Girl, I can't wait to prove you wrong I'll give you the world if you want Or we could take the top down by the coastline Kissing every red light Let me love you old school I know you will dig it Let me take you downtown Date night, I'll make it Make it all about you Everything that I do Is to love you old school Let me love you old school You tell me we are complicated So I bring flowers to your door Keep saying we will never make it Girl, I can't wait to prove you wrong I'll give you the world if you want And we can count the stars in the bright night Kissing in the moonlight Let me love you old school I know you will dig it Let me take you downtown Date night, I'll make it Make it all about you Everything that I do Is to love you old school (I love you) Let me love you old school (I love you) Let me love you old school Let me love you old school Let me love you old school I'll give you the world if you want I wanna hear you say, woo when the beat drops Banging on the boombox Let me love you old school I know you will dig it Let me take you downtown Date night, I'll make it Make it all about you Everything that I do Is to love you old school (I love you) Let me love you old school (I love you) Let me love you old school Let me love you old school Let me love you old school (I love you) (I love you)

Shake a man's hand and look him in the eye Is that so hard to do? Don't blow smoke, don't tell lies Son, just tell the truth There's rumors going 'round all around town You've been talking shit You say I can't play and you say I can't sing And my songs, they won't be hits I've never been violent man I'd rather be drinkin' beer But that's the name Granddaddy gave me And let me make it clear You're gonna shut your mouth Or say it to my face Or I'm gonna use your ass Like a broom to sweep this place Go on and call up your friends You better bring a few 'Cause I come from a different time Where the men were all old school I've seen your kind a thousand times All baby-faced and cute No calluses on your hands No scuffs upon your boots You prolly think the Hollar Is a rap song in your car You don't know the first damn thing About playing these smokey bars You're gonna shut your mouth Or say it to my face Or I'm gonna use your ass Like a broom to sweep this place Go on and call up your friends You better bring a few 'Cause I come from a different time Where the men were all old school I don't care if you want to speak your mind, son You got somethin' to say? All I ask you stand up, grow some balls and say it to my face 'Cause if I keep hearing whispers, son You're still talking shit You're gonna owe me gas money to get back over here And it's gonna be "talk shit, get hit" You're gonna shut your mouth Or say it to my face Or I'm gonna use your ass Like a broom to sweep this place Go on and call up your friends You better bring a few 'Cause I come from a different time Where the men were all old school I come from a different time 'Cause my Granddaddy sure was old school It's up to you, son This "talk shit, get hit" What you said? I don't hear nothin' Yeah, that's what I talk I'm waiting

Hand me down Ostrich boots, dark watch Levi's RayBan wayfarers on bloodshot eyes I dress like my daddy did, circa 1982 I make old school look brand new Raised on George Strait, Alan Jackson, and Pat Green I learned how to pick from a VHS Mama taught me how to sing I sit out on the front porch The crickets and coyotes sang harmony We make old school sound brand new It's tried and true, it ain't leaving soon or going out of style So march around in your cowboy boots, swagger and a smile Some call it classic, even old-fashioned And others call it cool I call it old school Well, how 'bout you? How 'bout you? Mama and Pop's love's still running like that '82 Chevrolet The same one that they brought brand new on their wedding day They still drive 'round town with the windows down 'Cause they're more in love than the day they said "I do" It's true 'Cause they make old school feel brand new It's tried and true, it ain't leaving soon or going out of style So dance around in your old pearl snaps, swagger, and a smile Some call it classic, even old-fashioned And others call it cool I call it old school Well, how 'bout you? I call it old school Well, how 'bout you? Woo-ooo

All of those burdens He will help us to bear Life is full so sorrows that He will, help you to bear God won't put more on you Than you can bear because In times of troubles, trials and sorrows (He'll be there) let me hear you sing (He'll be there) Lean on Jesus (yes sir) He won't let you fall Just have faith in Him and believe that He's the only God And He's never too busy to answer your prayers because In times of troubles, trials and sorrows (He'll be there) I just wanna see those of you (He'll be there) who still remember these songs There's another C'mon, sing with me Jesus, I want to be like You Jesus, I want to be like You Jesus, I want to be like You Oh Lord, I want to be just like You Help me sing, say Jesus (Jesus) Jesus (I want to be like You) and I wanna be like You (Jesus) just to be like You (I want to be like You) Lord, I wanna be (Jesus) just to be like You (I want to be like You) I want in every (Oh Lord) oh Lord (I want to be just like You) everyday (Oh Lord, I want to be just like You) more and more and more (Oh Lord, I want to be just like You) (Nobody) I'm just a nobody (Everybody) trying to tell everybody (about Somebody) About Somebody (who can save) who can save everybody (anybody) I'm just a (nobody) And trying to tell (everybody) About (Somebody, who can save anybody) I'm just a (nobody) I'm trying to tell (everybody) About (Somebody, who can save anybody) Let me sing for you, listen I had so many problems in my life That I just couldn't deal with So, I started drinking, thought it could help ease my pain But things got worse So I said, "Lord, I give up, now I need your help" And that when my life began to change But these people think I'm just a (nobody) Who's trying to tell (everybody) About (Somebody, who can save anybody) Oh, I'm just a (nobody) And trying to tell (everybody) About (Somebody, who can save anybody) Let me say this On the streets, day and night That's my life, that's my home And got nowhere else I can go So I'll just, walk the street Telling the people about Jesus From corner to corner And from door to door But they all made fun of me and say I'm a (nobody) Who's trying to tell (everybody) About (Somebody, who can save anybody) Oh (nobody) no, no, no, no, no, no (everybody) About Somebody, who can save anybody And tell the people (save) Yes, the Lord (save) can save Oh, He can (save), He can save (my soul) I'll tell you (save) through Jesus Christ Your life (save) will be changed and made whole He can bring you everlasting (save) joy and peace Within your soul (your soul) Oh (save) sometimes I feel just like an old man (save) Who was born in a country, raised on a farm (save) No money, no face, golds (your soul) no foreign house and cars But I thank God (save) that my mom and dad raised me up (save) Then they gave me a real thing (save) that there is God Almighty And sometimes (your soul) when I sing about Jesus These people won't listen, I feel like (Nobody) and I feel like a nobody (Everybody) trying to tell everybody (about Somebody) Somebody (who can save) save (anybody) anybody Sometimes I feel like (Nobody) like a nobody (Everybody) oh Lord (about Somebody) (Who can save anybody) God bless you tonight

Ayy, man, for real, for real, look, man I came from them 'partments, man I came from nothing, bitch For real, look, I got like I got, I got a hundred on me right now in the booth Bitch, hahahahaha (Yeah) Ayy, shawty (You see my money?), come here Big racks, a ho, like, bitch I would've killed the nigga for this, I would've blowed that shit (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Two Hellcats and a Demon, that's nasty (Two Hellcats, on God) Old school SS, Corvette motor (Corvette motor) Got a bulletproof truck, man, that bitch 130 (130) And this shit on my wrist, this a cool 150 (That's a 50) And this Glock on my hip, it hold 19 (It hold 19) Put a 50 on that bitch and I can take a team (I can take a team) Wrong nigga with the money, boy This shit get mean, for real (This shit get real mean, nah, for real, nigga, hey) Nigga droppin' shit off like I'm Big Bird (Phew, phew, ayy) Nigga, come and pull up You can get served (You can get served, for real) In and out my bag house (Out my bag house) Make a lot of money, he'll spaz out (That shit'll make you spaz out), for real (I'm tellin' you) Rap shit don't really change niggas (Don't really change niggas) You ain't getting no money and your song lame (Your song lame, nigga) Chasin' shit for clout That ain't what I'm 'bout (That ain't what slime 'bout) It ain't 'bout no money What that shit about? (What that shit be 'bout?) And y'all niggas dickriding Wanna be known so bad (Wanna be known so bad) Niggas gettin' they shit took Niggas goin' out bad (Boy, you goin' out bad) Can't be me, I'm strapped up Nigga, tough luck, nigga (Tough luck, nigga), yeah On the stage, goin', I bust it I'm not goin' for nothin' (I ain't goin' for nothin') Bitch, you better not touch me (Better not touch me) I got niggas with me, they'll kill for nothin' (I swear to God), uh Pay the right price I might send them folks to go handle your business (Yeah) Pop that pill and kill with no feelings (Yeah) Yeah, hahaha, yeah, nigga, I'm tellin' you (Yessir) Two Hellcats and a Demon, that's nasty (Two Hellcats) Old school SS, Corvette motor (Vroom, vroom) Got a bulletproof truck, man, that bitch 130 (Bitch 130) And this shit on my wrist, this a cool 150 (This a cool 150) And this Glock on my hip, it hold 19 (It hold 19) Put a 50 on that bitch and I can take a team (I can take a team) Wrong nigga with the money, boy This shit get mean (Shit get mean), for real (Nah, for real) Real deal definition (Yeah), that fuck shit, I'm livin' (I'm livin') Killin', robbin', stealin' (Killin') Everything 'bout dope dealin' My niggas gettin' it (Let's get it, nigga) Real, all my niggas scam (Scam) Get out the Uncle Sam (Sam) Long as you get money, I don't give a damn (I don't) I know people that'll shoot your ass They don't give a damn (They don't) I know ho's who'll fuck you for a bag They don't give a damn (She don't) Show a ho a lil' bit of this cash, she gon' pull it down (Yeah, yeah) For real, make her cheat on her nigga (Yeah) Bitch gon' leave you You ain't gettin' no bag, nigga (Get no bag, nigga) Everything 'bout me put it in bag, nigga (What's in this bag, nigga?) Smokin' real gas in the penthouse Glass, nigga (Nothin' but glass, nigga) Make your ho bounce that ass for a real nigga (For this bag, nigga) And the ho told me you don't like me Pillow talkin' bitch (Pillow talkin' bitch) I can't even hear it, she too busy suckin' my dick (Mwah) Man, my house too big, man The penthouse for these bitches (You bitches) Man, my life been big, ever since I left the trenches (I left the trenches, fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga?) Two Hellcats and a Demon, that's nasty (Yeah) Old school SS, Corvette motor (For real) Got a bulletproof truck, man, that bitch 130 (130) And this shit on my wrist, this a cool 150 (Phew, icey) And this Glock on my hip, it hold 19 (Yeah) Put a 50 on that bitch and I can take a team (Yeah) Wrong nigga with the money, boy This shit get mean (Yeah), for real (Yeah) Hahaha, yeah Nah, nah, nah

I remember the 35 sweet goodbyes When you put me on the Wolverine Up to Annandale It was still September When your daddy was quite surprised To find you with the working girls In the county jail I was smoking with the boys upstairs When I heard about the whole affair I said, oh, no William and Mary won't do, now Well, I did not think the girl Could be so cruel And I'm never going back To my old school Oleanders growing outside her door Soon they're gonna be in bloom Up in Annandale I can't stand her Doing what she did before Leaving like a gypsy queen In a fairy tale Well, I hear the whistle, but I can't go I'm gonna take her down to Mexico She said, whoa, no Guadalajara won't do, now Well, I did not think the girl Could be so cruel And I'm never going back To my old school California tumbles into the sea That'll be the day I go Back to Annandale Tried to warn you About Chino and Daddy Gee But I can't seem to get to you Through the U.S. Mail Well, I hear the whistle but I can't go I'm gonna take her down to Mexico She said, oh, no Guadalajara won't do, now Well, I did not think the girl Could be so cruel And I'm never going back To my old school

Hmm-mm O-o-o-old school O-o-o-old school love O-o-o-old school, yeah I don't like the way he only calls when it's 2 a.m. I don't like the way he say he only wanna be friends If you wanna see me, then you better make up a plan All these boys around me, I'm just tryna find me a man To send me flowers and kiss me in the rain Send love letters, give me a diamond ring Like it's forever, nothing is better Than you and me Gimme that old school love Just like in the movies That old school love Just the way it should be So classic, fantastic Yeah, it could drive you mad That passion, like magic The best you ever had Gimme that O-o-o-o-old, o-o-o-old O-o-o-o-old That old school, that old school love O-o-o-o-old, o-o-o-old O-o-o-o-old That old school, that old school love Pick me up in your car in the moonlight Let's take it slow We could walk we could talk, baby, all night See where it goes Wanna know, wanna know all your secrets Tell me everything Every inch, every part, every detail All the in between To send me flowers and kiss me in the rain Send love letters, give me a diamond ring Like it's forever, nothing is better Than you and me Gimme that old school love (oh) Just like in the movies That old school love Just the way it should be So classic, fantastic Yeah, it could drive you mad That passion, like magic The best you ever had Gimme that O-o-o-o-old, o-o-o-old O-o-o-o-old That old school, that old school love O-o-o-o-old, o-o-o-old (yeah) O-o-o-o-old That old school, that old school love

Endless summer Old school movies My crew was a mix of Sandlot, Dazed and Confused, and Goonies I was developin' some real bad habits Don't tell that boy that he can't have it So much bravado So much time to waste I learned a few tricks To fill the space Hid a little candy But never moved heavyweight It was 2008 I was just trying to find my place Smoking with Jack and Cody At the caddyshack Popped collar polo Spikey hair and crooked cap Hey mister til we landed a thirty rack I never thought the day would come where I wasn't that Sneakin' onto the beach Or going basement hopping Throwing one hour parties While our moms went shopping I wanna go back But is it 'cuz I miss the past truly Or 'cuz they always have it good in Old school movies Old school movies Lets put on some old school movies Old school movies Lets put on some old school movies Endless summer Old school movies Home Alone watching Space Jam Rooting for Looney Tuneys VHS tape in grandpas attic Tell me bout how you got addicted to the static Scared of growing up but we can never stop the train Your music blowing up still won't ever stop the pain Wanted to stay in place Turned into Groundhogs Day Back pain wanna back space To back when I wasn't worried bout my tax rate Way too busy zooming past the beauty Old school movies Old school movies Lets put on some old school movies Old school movies Lets put on some old school movies I said I Gotta Go man Little Giant to grown man Royal family stoned and Arty got him a whole plan Liar Liar the pens b b b blue A younger me Well I could name 10 Things I Hate About You Here's some useless shit to do Try to prove that your worthy They paid me four k a week To say that they weren't dirty They were acting clueless I asked them what the truth is I'm a Goodfella, and they treat me like I'm Dumb and Dumber stupid, but I am atypical So I took a turn and it's bout to get difficult Sick of the cyclical Turn down the fee now for bigger residual Yeah I'm my own boss now They fed on my young blood But I cut the loss now I know I'm not there yet, but admit it I'm kinda cookin with sauce now Right?

That nigga talkin crazy so u know I had to smak em I b ballin harder than the packers I move faster than a raptor I preach better than a pastor All my niggas causin havoc Get the pack then u know we weavin through the traffic Lace done hit my phone about at least 100 plays I remember times that I barely ate for days One time I copped a deuce and mixed it in some lemonade I hope my dreams come true and I could see the day Knew this day would come I jus had to be patient Used to match one wood now im facin Seen u at the bottom now I see why u been Hatin If u ain't makin money then it's no relation Honestly frl we can't have a conversation Niggas workin for me like I run a plantation Heard u catch Bart now we at yo fuckin station I ain't gone lately life been fuckin crazy All I did was flex one band she said I'm amazing Lace said if I c what I want then go take it I need a fresh exotic bitch I can't do basic Nigga usin up my time nigga why u waistin I could see the lights I could see me in a stage But really it's about the money nigga fuck the fame I really wanna hear them bitches scream my fuckin name I wanna throw the money up I wanna make it rain I be gettin high watchin million dollar game I'm finna make a show called million dollar pain I got a nigga we 4ever and he gettin paid That nigga talkin crazy so u know I had to smak em I b ballin harder than the packers I run faster than a raptor I preach better than a pastor All my niggas causin havoc Get the pack then u know we weavin through the traffic Lace done hit my phone about at least 100 plays I remember times that I barely ate for days

She thinks that love is overrated She says she's heard it all before Keep sayin' chivalry is faded Girl, I can't wait to prove you wrong I'll give you the world if you want We can take top down by the coastline kissing every red light Let love you old school I know you will dig it Let me take you down town Date night, I'll make it Make it all about you Everything that I do is to love you old school Let me love you old school You tell me we are complicated So, I bring flowers to your door Keep sayin' we will never make it Girl, I can't wait to prove you wrong I'll give you the world if you want We've been countin' the stars in the bright night kissing in the moon light Let me love you old school I know you will dig it Let me take you down town Date night, I'll make it Make it all about you Everything that I do is love you old school Let me love you old school I'll give you the world if you want I wanna hear you say ooh when the beat drops Banging on the boombox Let me love you old school I know you will dig it Let me take you down town Date night, I'll make it Make it all about you Everything that I do is to love you old school Let me love you old school

I know it's been a minute My time means money when I spend it I'm trying to push the credit card limit You start and I finish, the company you keep could not witness The hostile takeover, I done made it my business If y'all ain't in y'all bag, I'm in it Blowing through the breeze, I'm winning I don't tweet my opinion Don't care about MCs I'm offended You can't eat clout, word of mouth on your feed I'm trending Get IG, y'all ignorant, drunk off the drink ya'll spitting I don't think y'all get it Big shoes to fill, I don't think y'all fit it If the work ain't fire, I would that y'all would quit it Uh, is this Old School business or is it just an old fool venting This old dude different, different from a soul food kitchen Representing the whole W' district This is how the old school do it Get your life, get money, get to it 'Cause there ain't nothin like some old school music Y'all don't do it, like these old dudes do it Throw your hands in there air, like you ain't got a care They fighting in the club, but the party's over here It'll prolly be a hommy, but Johnny got an army up in here This'll probably be the party of the year New car scented, just know that if its rented, I ain't in it 22 is on the Smith, I ain't Emmitt I'm ready for the scrimmage, this one love Ready for the tennis, with this single I'm already independent You start & I end it, the first 48 if y'all get it Go & tell interrogation I did it Now pardon my spittage, if something getting lit then I lit it See the writing on the wall hieroglyphics One word to describe I'm exquisite One question to my tribe, can I kick it? If honey give me the Q I'ma tip it uh Easy pickins, who was fridge in the kitchen be the difference I don't play with these chickens Peter Griffin But you can call it bird-eye vision These birds don't deserve my attention I preserve my pimpin, listen in other words I'm dripping to give it all in these words I'm spitting!

Flip da beat Oh yeah I'm feelin this one You remember back in the old school days You used to have joints like this And you'd be up in the club dancin like your moms and your pops Hehe, I know y'all know what I'm talkin about So we gon' flip it like this, ooh, ooh [Verse 1] Before you take me out let's, have a conversation No touchy touchy cause it might lead to havin relations Let's get to the point, boy, no abbreviations Don't wanna give it up too quick, I wanna build up anticipation [Chorus] Once you get me will you know how to act Will you do me right (Ooh, I need to know, I need to know) Once you get me will you keep my pockets fat Keep me lookin tight (Ooh, yeah) [Verse 2] I wanna give it some time and, get to know eachother Let's be friends before we think about being lovers Ain't no need to rush it, if this is forever If you wait on this love, I promise it'll get mo' betta and betta [Chorus] [Bridge] Flashlights (flashlight) Neon lights (neon light) Party rides, all night Love me right, keep me lookin tight (lookin tight) So nice (so nice) That's what I's like [Chorus] - repeat 2X

Once upon a time there were three little pigs Who went out into the big world To build their homes and seek their fortunes The first little piggy, his house is made of wood He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood He likes to fuck his sister and drink his moonshine A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine I rode into town with my axe in my holster Everybody knows about the wicked piggy boaster The sherrif at the border, he tried to take me out I drew my axe with the quickness and cut his Adam's apple out Walked in the village and to the piggy's place He opened up his door and shot me in the face It blew me off the porch and blew my head in half But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh Axe in hand, I rose like the dead And swung with all my might, made a thump noise in his head Since we out west, I grabbed a shotgun And blew his fuckin tounge, out the back of his cranium Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothing like a sound, when you hear a piggy die I might choose a gun, I might choose an axe The Carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks The second little piggy, his house is made of brick And this little piggy is a mother fuckin' dick He lays down his rules and reads you your rights In that funny lookin' car with the little blinkin' lights I drive a Volkswagon Bug, seventeen deep Packed fulla Juggalos, lights out and we creep To the piggy station and lay on the horn First piggy out, we blow his lungs out his uniform Now they in pursuit, like Starski and Hutch But there's only two of them, the rest are out to lunch They call up Dunkon Doughnuts to gather up the rest Twenty five piggies with their bulletproof vests We lead them on a chase, they bustin' off rounds But now they all fucked, 'cuz we at the Carney grounds And they gettin' swallowed by their very on greed Dark Carnival and wicked clowns, 'cuz we need Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothing like a sound, when you hear a piggy die I might choose a gun, I might choose an axe The Carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothing like a sound, when you hear a piggy die I might choose a gun, I might choose an axe The Carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks The last little piggy, his house is made of gold He lives in a mansion on his own private road I started walking down it, the guard he told me wait I snapped his fuckin' neck in two and slammed his nuts in the gate 'Cuz this little piggy must definitely die [Incomprehensible] off and toss it in the sky And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil And pull it out the sky and beat it with a shovel People in my city, they fightin' for their meals He sleeps on a matress, stuffed with hundred dollar bills A Richey is the devil, he never will admit it So I'mma cut his hand off and slap his face wit' it Opened up his door, he sleeping in his bed I grabbed a brick of gold and smacked it upside his head He begged for his life, I told him it's too late And tied his neck in a knot and watch him suffocate 'cuz I need Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothing like a sound, when you hear a piggy die I might choose a gun, I might choose an axe The Carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks ...

Give me that old school love right now You know that only you and me alone... As long as I'm here As long as you love me Give me that old school love right now As long as I'm here As long as you love me Give me that old school love right now Give me that late 80s early 90s old school Feeling like my second album, so cool Chiraq summer looking so cruel Look shorty in the eye, told me it was no rules Went to speak but was like never mind Let my mind just sneak back to a better time When I was his age and if he's ever mine Thinking he would only think back to this and never find Better times to think back to when it comes And he's older in the presence of somebody young Telling him the same things that he told me And he reacts the same way as that OG But it's old school, it's like '03 And this old man is my old me Takes a long time to happen so fast To realize that your future is somebody else's past Wassup... As long as I'm here As long as you love me Give me that old school love right now As long as I'm here As long as you love me Give me that old school love right now Analog black vinyl spinning sounding so good Top down, can't be a classic if it's no wood If you don't know what, then you new school Floor model is the foundation for your YouTubes Model flows off of Fat Boys and Juice Crews Melle Mel's, Ice-T's, and the 2 Cools Add a Moe Dee and a Double L Had to walk cause it's hard to run in those unbuckled shells One microphone and a couple 12s Six drum sounds and a couple bells Is all you had to make a couple rails And that's a track, and if you want it (eeeeeeeh) You have to make it like that Now what's one turtle to a couple snails? Takes a long time to happen so fast And realize your future is somebody else's past Wassup... As long as I'm here As long as you love me Give me that old school love right now As long as I'm here As long as you love me Give me that old school love right now Chiraq summer looking so cruel How can I reel-to-reel when there's Pro Tool? I can't dig it at all because there's no tube Fire when you speak but ain't no warmth in your vocals Might have been a better rhyme then just never mind If it's better with time then think in line That you're going to be your nicest 'round your midlife crisis If your life like Christ live your midlife like it's... Christ-like Nigga I ain't psychic I know it's all a cycle and everybody bike it And France is enormous you're Lance with endorsements But you might need a hand to enhance your performance Consider this a kilogram of encouragement Teach you how to sneak it past the enforcement And when you get it through in a manner so cool Remember to give a little nod to the old school Wassup... Give me your old school love right now I'm leaving it all up to you darling, giving you everything you want And give me that old school love right now You know that only you and me alone... As long as I'm here As long as you love me Give me that old school love right now As long as I'm here As long as you love me Give me that old school love right now

(I really wanna make love to ya) Ay How would you like it if I put a little Marvin Gaye on? Earth Wind and Fire I'll Write a song for you, let's chill and stay home A lil' David Ruffin, A lil' Supremes Don't worry 'bout nothing, just know one thing On granny I'll make yo body sing My shit hit like Old School R&B I just wanna make love to ya I ain't just trying to fuck My shit hit like Old School R&B Ay I really wanna make love to ya I ain't just trying to fuck (My shit hit like Old School R&B!) We can play Minnie Riperton We can turn on George Benson nem Might rub you down to The Whispers Might tongue you down to The Drifters A lil' Isley brothers, a lil' Dru Hill (Or maybe some Soul For Real) Let your body relax underneath my hands (Book your flight) H-Town we knockin' da boots Throw it back I'mma show you my roots I just need you to know I'm the truth Move your fingers slow through my roots (Turn on that Ginuwine) And no I don't fuck wit Kell (But I gotta play that Bump 'n Grind) Like Avant I'mma read your mind Look you in the eye so you know it's me All you gotta do is say "yes" like Floetry Freek'n You to some Jodeci A lil' Mary J Blige, SWV My Name Is Joe, 563 Table for Two you can sit with me Champagne flute you can sip with me (I know my history) I'mma keep it real boo this is me Hold you tight while you kissin' me, yeah Might set the mood with The Commodores (Doors) We making love we done moved from the bed and now we on the floor (Floor) Ay How would you like it if I put a little Marvin Gaye on? Earth Wind and Fire I'll Write a song for you, let's chill and stay home A lil' David Ruffin, A lil' Supremes Don't worry 'bout nothing, just know one thing On granny I'll make yo body sing My shit hit like Old School R&B (Old school R&B, yeah) I just wanna make love to ya I ain't just trying to fuck My shit hit like Old School R&B! (Like Old school R&B, yeah) Ay I really wanna make love to ya I ain't just trying to fuck Ay Go deep like Barry White (And it's so amazing like Luther) Wanna pull up every night (BabyFace I'll make love to ya) Play Marvin Gaye (Yes) A lil' Issac Hayes Frankie Beverly and Maze A lil' Jackson 5 with a lil O'Jays Play Chaka Khan, Kool & the Gang (Yes) Aretha Frank I just wanna hear her sang (Wooo!) I say a little prayer for you (Whoa, yeah) I say a little prayer for you (A little prayer for you) Ay How would you like it if I put a little Marvin Gaye on? Earth Wind and Fire I'll Write a song for you, let's chill and stay home A lil' David Ruffin, A lil' Supremes Don't worry 'bout nothing, just know one thing On granny I'll make yo body sing My shit hit like Old School R&B (yeah, yeah) I just wanna make love to ya I ain't just trying to fuck My shit hit like Old School R&B! (It's Old school R&B, yeah) Ay I really wanna make love to ya I ain't just trying to fuck (I really wanna make love to ya) (I really wanna make love to ya)

No ones telling you how to live your life But it's a set up, until you're fed up Nobody knows me Nobody knows me Nobody knows me Like you know me Nobody knows me Nobody knows me Nobody knows me Like you know me I've Had so many lives Since I was a child And I realize How many times I've died I'm Not that kind of guy Sometimes I feel shy I think I can fly Closer to the sky Nobody knows me Nobody knows me Nobody knows me Like you know me Nobody knows me Nobody knows me Nobody knows me Like you know me This World is not so kind People trap your mind It's so hard to find Someone to admire I I sleep much better at night I feel closer to the light Now I'm gonna try To improve my life I don't want no lies I don't watch tv I don't waste my time Won't read a magazine I don't want no lies I don't watch tv I don't waste my time Won't read a magazine I don't want no lies I don't watch tv I don't waste my time Won't read a magazine I don't want no lies I don't watch tv I don't waste my time Won't read a magazine No one's telling you how to live your life But it's a setup, until you're fed up It's no good when you're misunderstood But why should I care What the world thinks of me? Won't let a stranger Give me a social disease Nobody, nobody knows me Nobody knows me Nobody knows me Like you know me Nobody knows me Nobody knows me Nobody knows me Like you know me I don't want no lies I don't watch TV I don't waste my time Won't read a magazine I don't want no lies I don't watch TV I don't waste my time Won't read a magazine I don't want no lies I don't watch TV I don't waste my time Won't read a magazine I don't want no lies I don't watch TV I don't waste my time Won't read a magazine