Ol' Skool - Sheek Louch, Bun B

Smoke weed in my old school

Candy paint drippin from my old school

I can touch the sky in my old school

My old school drive better than your new school

I done had everything, from bikes to trucks to mopeds

Leanin in the front, lookin good, untill I seen these old heads

67 73s, candy painted SRTs

Race stripes from the front to the back, who want it?

me

I be rollin up in the 4 door, these women want my photo

That make them haters mad, I keep that same mojo

Sticky burner’s pack, you don’t know what car is that

All you know that’s Donny G’s, shorty with him, ass is fat

Check that, gonna valay park it, roll it and spark it

VIP see me, I’m the hottest thing on the market

Candy drippin, extra flippin, Rosay or Patrone sippin

Go pro, I got the Mercedes, but I think I want the Rolls though

Smoke weed in my old school

Candy paint drippin from my old school

I can touch the sky in my old school

My old school drive better than your new school

Man, I’m a parking lot pimper, a candy car flipper

A wood grain gripper, and a conjur sipper

No Conture leather, we stitchin on the nose

Great Concore drippin, I’m sittin on them 4s

Got the doors of a butterfly, straight out the cacoon

Smokin dro and no butter, the trunk is goin boom

Better make room for my elbos, I’m about to throw them hoes

Comin down on 44s, shittin on you, hold your nose

I’m so composed, and I’m so relaxed

I’m blowin dro, plus I’m blowin stacks

So hold your back, don’t try to front

Get up out the way, we about to stunt

Smoke weed in my old school

Candy paint drippin from my old school

I can touch the sky in my old school

My old school drive better than your new school