Old School

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I got this old school, the color of soul food
 Candied yam racing strips, pipes potato white
 Cornbread interior trimmed in collard greens
 Air freshener smell like chicken and pork and beans
 I got this old school, the color of soul food
 Candied yam racing strips, pipes potato white
 Cornbread interior trimmed in collard greens
 Air freshener smell like chicken and pork and beans
 I work the graveyard shift 'cause I'm dead on my feet y'all
 Really want to quit but the kids got to eat y'all
 See money can't buy you power but it can pay the water bill on time
 So them kids can take a shower
 And I swear to God if they keep on raising these gas prices
 I'm a sell this Chevy and go buy me a bike
 I'm a king but my crown in a lay way
 And I'm just a day away from giving up
 I got this old school, the color of soul food
 Candied yam racing strips, pipes potato white
 Cornbread interior trimmed in collard greens
 Air freshener smell like chicken and pork and beans
 See I got this old school, the color of soul food
 Candied yam racing strips, pipes potato white
 Cornbread interior trimmed in collard greens
 Air freshener smell like chicken and pork and beans
 Credit card company called said my bill is overdue
 Told them I couldn't afford to pay them and rent too
 They told me they were gonna sue me
 I said, "If you didn't want me to use it
 Then you shouldn't have gave it to me"
 And what's up with these people blowing up buildings
 And nothing really gangsta about blowing up children
 Would cry but my eyes in a lay way
 And I just a day away from giving up
 See I got this old school, the color of soul food
 Candied yam racing strips, pipes potato white
 Cornbread interior trimmed in collard greens
 Air freshener smell like chicken and pork and beans
 See I got this old school, the color of soul food
 Candied yam racing strips, pipes potato white
 Cornbread interior trimmed in collard greens
 Air freshener smell like chicken and pork and beans
 Foreign places, court cases, seems they always on my line
 I don't trip, I just dip pop the top on my '69
 Fleetwood Cadillac mirror with my boys on back
 Chandelier so superior Louis Vuitton oatmeal interior
 Bossy Boss, mink seats, what it cost
 Speak yo peace, can't you see ain't no big deal?
 Have a seat lil' homie and enjoy your meal
 Close the door and don't drop crumbs on my flo'
 Here we go, soul food, so cool and I got this
 I got this old school, the color of soul food
 Candied yam racing strips, pipes potato white
 Cornbread interior trimmed in collard greens
 Air freshener smell like chicken and pork and beans
 See I got this old school, the color of soul food
 Candied yam racing strips, pipes potato white
 Cornbread interior trimmed in collard greens
 Air freshener smell like chicken and pork and beans
 Lyfe, Big Snoop, Soul Food, oh I got this greenery
 'Cause we need some vegetables too
 Gotta have you vegetables
 That's what it is old school, soul food, old school, soul food

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Duration
03:28
Key
5
Tempo
117 BPM

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