Ol Skool

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[Intro: B Magic] Uh, yeah Uh, check, yeah Y'all remember when The good old days, uh Yeah, check [Verse: B Magic] I remember it was spade games hitting at the table King Vitaman for breakfast, only basic cable Blue Chucks on me, made a checkerboard with the strings One blue, one gray, let 'em know I'm with the gang Had a ball in them saints days, 'bout to hit the palace [?] my green to get more green, tryna make a salad Uh, you niggas gotta love the good days Little niggas walk up on you, "What's yo' neighborhood, Treys?" I was hanging in the jungle, I was swinging with gorillas I'm the greatest nigga, Ali, I'm the Thrilla in Manila Yeah I walk up on ya' bitch I like the way she wear her Daisy Dukes Her man didn't like the game I spit so I let the .380 shoot Backyard boogie on the block All on Westgate, 732 was the spot A bunch of westsiders, no fucking with the cops You gon' slide through then slide through, no mercy for the ops Man I'm a '80s baby, I grew up with some thugs Bunch of 5 Trey [?] niggas were selling drugs Before I was old enough, Sadie's was the club My uncle had the Beano, they showed a nigga love Real shit ain't gotta be put into a punchline I'm real 24, you niggas real sometimes Notice that the gun sound sounding like a drumline I'm Pac, Nas, Biggie, Jay, 50, L combined I thank God for seeing another day of sunshine Whenever you call me, I will be the frontline 'Member that I had to use to run away from one-time Couldn't come outside, seen the homies out the sun blinds Mom kinda strict, but love her more than anything She the one that raise me, and she give me anything Pops wasn't around, he was like a rolling stone I look just like him so he like my older clone And I used to be a player, with all the little chicks Stayed at the movies, watching all the little flicks I was popular, I was cool with all the little cliques But I can't say I grew up wearing all the newest kicks I was tryna make a little money for the pocket Got robbed, now a little nigga got a rocket So fuck the chain, never been a big fan of watches Try me get the metal to your heart, that's a locket, what's popping? Remember FOE was the first team Blowing big chronic at the young age of 13 My sister told me all about it, that ain't the worst thing I was on that send a nigga back into the earth thing Take a nigga 10-speed, sneaking when I run up Bumping Bone Thugs, I be creeping on the come-up LA Gears on my feet, squeeze and pull the tongue up At a scam party seen my homie Cheese shoot the front up I done been through horror, am I blowed? Bitch I might be [?] with straps on it, rock it with a white tee Had to get the Reeboks, no money for the Nikes All we knew was colors, but never met a Ice-T You ever heard of [?]? Well welcome to the hood Moved into the 'gates, they welcomed a nigga good Posted on the southside, they let a nigga jug Straight out of the jungle of 'I wish a nigga would's I was leaving outta school and got jumped by some red-rags Maybe they wasn't digging the color of my headband Caught they homeboy next week then I dropped him Lucky I ain't had a banger, probably woulda popped him Where would I be now if a nigga woulda knocked him? Probably in jail because these niggas like to gossip Living in the street, you gon' know that the road rules Born in the '80s, 'Yo B Magic from the old school' Put the chronic on the table, told the homie "Roll it up" This chick wanna dance, I need somebody to hold me up '90s was the shit, but the two double-oh's cool I trade all these new rappers for the old school's Uh