Old Timerz

This is for the old school niggas from back in the day

When bubblegum soul was legit wit waves

Slick Money was a popular phrase

And we learned to let the pistol spark, bark and blaze

This is for the old school niggas from back in the day

When bubblegum soul was legit wit waves

Slick Money was a popular phrase

And we learned to let the pistol spark, bark and blaze

This is for them cats from way, way back

When every pair of sneakers had to have a hat to match (damn)

Y'all look good in them sheep skins

Make noise in the middle of the street all week

Always had a plan, it only took a dime to reach out and touch a man

Can't be fuckin up them sneakers while you at ya jam

Get up on the speakers and your B-Boy stand

I remember the Beemer, I remember the Cadillac

I remember the seat broke back

I remember the chick wasn't legit unless her ass was fat

Uncle, I remember all that

When the main reason for squeezin was to let 'em know your got one

Pop shots at the party to see niggas run

When the 38 long, was the worst biggest gun

You niggas had a lotta fun

I used to them lean (lean) hard as fuck

Hit the scene (scene) hard as fuck

Spoke rims, white walls, cruisin the block

In them 98 Oldsmobile wit the rag top

Try to look these in your BVD

In the wind, wit ya Kangols, Puma's and Lee's

Used to drink private stock, Millers and Old Gold

Had the v-goose sweater when the weather got cold

Oh (oh) dirty 38's was the tool that'll bless you

(Saturday Night Special)

O.G. niggas, God damn I miss 'em

Pumpin Run-D.M.C. thru the goose neck system

It don't matter, up or down hill nigga

Nobody whoop ya ass like a Brownsville nigga

If you locked down, deceased or up in the bow

This is M.O.P., shout to your isle, for the love

Back in the days, back in the days

I love it when we dream about the old, old, old school

Back in the days, back in the days

I really want to take it back to the way things used to be