Classic Remix

Lyrics

[Verse One: Paypa] Aye yo it's Payp baby, valedictorian of this rap shit I school niggas, you class clown, I'm classic Love, peace and soul, I was trained to never fold Don Cornelius the way I'm killing off the dome, I promise That boy Paypa's cut from a different fabric I got a full house, I'm feeling like Bob Saget You know you in your lane when them legends call your phone And they hopping on your songs, got you feeling like you on Emilio, I got you, them haters throwing stones Let's give 'em something to rock to, paint the whole block blue Call it coalition, my crew rocking like U2, the black Bono Hustle mano a mano, classic like my black Reeboks in 8th grade Classic like Caprice, I cut him short like capris for fucking with the crew Nigga R-I-P, get a mask like Hamilton, step back and handle him, Paypa [Verse Two: Phil Ade] Bitches get around me and let they hair fall So unless it's about money, I don't hear calls We on friendship pikes, we don't get near malls You niggas have your shot, we yelling air ball I'm a fucking asshole, won't settle for less than great I'm my state's last hope, addicted to fast dough Spitting the rap flows, these hoes drunk with love I tell 'em my tab closed, my heart stone, you can quit Trying to figure me, speak up bad now, wait till you see a bigger me Swagging on everybody that swagged on me Yelling fuck you if you ain't loyal fam by me Man, fuck a Visa, all cash on me and I'm up in Stadium It's all ass on me, listening to Rah Gwan off of Dom P And I'm probably with a car like my name was Don C, P [Verse Three: Skeme] Spirit of a fighter, got the heart of a rider Niggas wanna play to win, never been about them games Tell her to pour me a cup, tell that ho to fuck But I get a nut just because the bitch know my name Got a cup full of Texas, mouth full of Cali Get my jays before they drop and walk around my house in Bally's Got some killers in New York, riding with the hump Watch how you speaking 'fore these wreakers have you outlined in chalk I been doing my shit, know I'm on my tip Goat nigga, treat her like a handle bar and get a grip I'm from where it's going down, you know bloods and the crips Throwing up that dollar sign straight, no split S-O-X the game bitch, never on no lame shit Never talk to lame hoes 'cause they don't speak my language Most these rappers ain't shit but you know I ain't trip 'Cause they never test the gangster bitch, I told her that my aim sick Fuck a hater with a homo dick and two's better than one So now I'm only hitting homo chicks, homie sick Polo drawers on me, she get Polo dick, hold the clip See the flash like a fucking photo strip, four to spit Leaving niggas ducking, screaming holy shit Murder scene tragic, I'm mafia movie classic [Verse Four: Emilio Rojas] I ain't into no fast, frivolous with my cash, ain't cheap though This week alone, I just spent your rent on cabs, ride around in the back I'm with a girl who steady bobbing and it look like I be dolo 'Cause she low though, steady slobbing, I'm a classic, I'm in Polo Jays got Nike logos, women in the back of the photos Then I'mma get 'em in the lap when I stroke those So my flow is a no-so and your flow is all so so-so If you ask me how I know so, I'mma laugh at you like bozo Got a low pro and them hoes don't come around at get togethers As soon as Summer hit, I tell my bitch it's mistress weather Them chicks don't get to spend a fucking night, they get a day pad They mad, I look 'em in the eye and tell 'em they bad Laid back in my crib, stay stacking my chips, my white friends They get tight then 'cause they mad I'm a spic And they mad I'm the shit and I'mma get it on my own Stacking paper like a high interest loan but baby, I'm a classic