Old School

Lyrics

[Intro] Woo! One, two for the pyramid crews Yeah Yeah [Verse 1] Before packin' haystacks, we were playing jack in the pat Takin' speccies, cappers and that Snap bands and pods from a pack o' chips Only cards were Uno, none o' that magic shit Got into Pokémon a bit But I passed on it once I sipped my first Beam premix Bought a fireball yo-yo For fifteen bucks, man, it seemed like so much dough I had a paper round I saved up When the Nintendo 64 came out, I paid up Straight up, I was that guy on the NBA Live '95 vibe on the mega drive But all the games had to stop Pssh, fuck that, I'm still sick at Xbox I never mash buttons, I'm more technique Maybe that's why I haven't picked up for three weeks, ha But fuck it, yeah, it's all to the good Old habits die hard, so I keep playin', where's the hook? [Chorus] It's just that I'm old school like that (Yep, yep, yep, yep) Roll that rap over soul loops like that (Yep, yep, yep, yep) It's just that I'm old school like that (The old school, yo, keep it goin', yo) Roll that rap over soul loops like that (The old school, yo, keep it goin', yo) It's just that I'm old school like that (The old school, yo) Roll that rap over soul loops like that (Keep it goin', yo) It's just that I'm old school like that (The old school, yo, keep it goin', yo) Roll that rap over soul loops like that (The old school, yo, keep it goin', yo) [Ad-libs] Yeah [Verse 2] Bus trips to beach parties or an open house Wake up fully dressed, hangin' off a sofa couch End o' school year felt like we'd broken out Eight weeks up our sleeves was drinks, smokes, poke around Pickin' up the whole summer Dudes givin' girls one digit, nothin' to do with a phone number If you did, you the man Sniffin' your hand like, "Ooh, I'm never washin' this one again" And Tupac was king, Biggie, Snoop, Jay Loved the music but really loved the image they'd portray Then they talked about [?] and smokin' blunts When a six pack and a plaque o' pipes seemed close enough To be young again, oh, to be innocent One cone for myself and one for my women-friend What a gentleman, smoked myself to sleep So much I forgot bits but still feel everything What up to station rats and parties at the jacks' Birds scream, point, half-moon, [?] alley gas works, shit [Chorus] It's just that I'm old school like that (Yep, yep, yep, yep) Roll that rap over soul loops like that (Yep, yep, yep, yep) It's just that I'm old school like that (The old school, yo, keep it goin', yo) Roll that rap over soul loops like that (The old school, yo, keep it goin', yo) It's just that I'm old school like that (The old school, yo) Roll that rap over soul loops like that (Keep it goin', yo) It's just that I'm old school like that (The old school, yo, keep it goin', yo) Roll that rap over soul loops like that (The old school, yo, keep it goin', yo) [Intro] We're back, Illy, Crooked Eye fam