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Correct Ol' Skool Lyrics
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Correct Ol' Skool
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S this different man, this yo? You could of have the Range Rover, The Mercedes and all that When I come through, Sitting that low candy thing dripping, You gotta see me baby I love so, my old school, dripping from my old school I can touch the sky in my old school, yeah My old school's car smart than your new school I didn't had everything on aboard Everything from trucks to bikes to, Leaning in front and looking good Until I've seen these old heads 67 73's candy painted, Race tracks full of, To the back gotta get me one of these Low low, no low, these women here want my photo That make them haters mad I keep the, sticky burning club is bad You all know what color's that All you know it's Donnie G Shorty with the maxed that Check that, the valley parking, but that was when I spark it VIP see me, I'm the hottest thing out on the market Candy dripping, extra flipping, rose on patrol sipping low pro I got the Mercedes but chill I love so, my old school, Dripping from my old school I can touch the sky in my old school, yeah My old school's car smart than your new school I hope it's in the Caddy No matter what it takes, old school Man I'm walking, Pipper, I can't make walk, We stitch it on the does, great car coy dripping And, got the does of a butterfly Truck is going boom, better make room for my elbow I'm about to go to them whose, I'm so, and I'm so relaxed I'm blowing, plus I'm blowing stag So hope you bet, don't try to fry Get up by the way you're about to start, what? I love so, my old school, dripping from my old school I can touch the sky in my old school, yeah My old school's car smart than your new school This is for my homies in the ghetto 6777, old school Donnie G, Donnie G, let's go Back up in the hood again, love it though That's where I got my flow and got my dope before I came professional B.b yellow... I don't know what kind of games they play I'm getting money popping nerves, flying down the highways You never met a G like me, every low nigger wanna be like Gucci, for free, women all around me like 1, 2, 3 Gotta wear a people's trampoline Know these haters is after me, and hard to see the way I be All you gotta do I search for me I love so, my old school, dripping from my old school I can touch the sky in my old school, yeah My old school's car smart than your new school This is for my homies in the ghetto This is for my homies in the ghetto 6777, old school.
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