Lyrics

[Intro] Ooh, this my song Huh Ooh, this my song Alright, look here, y'all Flop hats, hot pants, and gold medallions Fake grills, huh, to the side Look out [Chorus] Every once in a while you need some old school company Somebody that appreciates a sexy groove and an old school melody When God, His son, and the love of family ruled in the community The songs you sing lift you up to Heaven, a Heaven we can believe in [Verse 1] Everybody's talking 'bout hard times like it just started yesterday People I know, they've been struggling, at least it seems that way Fat cats on Wall Street, they got a bailout Why somebody else got to wait? 700 billion, but my old neighborhood Ain't nothin' changed but the date – listen [Chorus] Every once in a while you need some old school company Somebody that appreciates a sexy groove and an old school melody, dig When God, His son, and the love of family ruled in the community The songs you sing lift you up to Heaven, a Heaven we can believe in [Verse 2] Ain't nothing ever came from complaining 'cept a bitter heart, that's true Follow along and you going to want to do Something before the next chorus is through The songs we sang, they used to mean something Now every other one's just mean Rather than reminisce, I'm telling you this It's time for a brand new scene, oh [Chorus] Every once in a while you need some old school company Somebody that appreciates a sexy groove and an old school melody (Old school melody) When God, His son, and the love of family ruled in the community (It ruled, y'all, yes it did) The songs we used to sang lift you up to Heaven, a Heaven we can believe in [Verse 3] Everybody's sinking in the quicksand created by the keepers of time Cast aside by using ancient tricks that are changing your state of mind Got you catering the whims of the flesh before Before you get your paper right Call me old-fashioned, but back in the day wasn't no shorties in sight [Chorus] 'Cause every day need some, ooh (Old school company) We need it Sexy groove (Old school melody) While we were pleadin' Ruled in the community Lift you up, a Heaven we can believe in (Believe me, baby) [Verse 4] First come job, then come marriage Before shorty come out with the baby carriage Call me old-fashioned, just clap your hands, just clap your hands Radio used to be local, untouched by, untouched by the man Songs we used to sang used to mean something Now they just bland, like your drummer [Chorus] (Old school company) Where's the real drummer? (Old school melody) Where's the real drummer? Michael B., Mint Condition, Morris Day (Ruled in the community) And Jellybean wishing, Sheila E (Life you up) And Brother John And sometimes me, until the dawn [Interlude] If the White House is Black, we got to take the radio back Power to the people Power to the people [Guitar Solo] [Verse 5] New world hippies say we don't care Make the party strip to they underwear Turn the lights off, so they don't stare Somebody blindfold Billy, he's so square Christina Milian playin' "Truth or Dare?" Maxwell and CeeLo, they gonna end up there Pick another number – nickel, dime, don't care As long as she havin' fun, nobody scared [Chorus] I got a pocket full of... (Old school company) I got a pocket full of plenty good time Whoa, Lord, (Old school melody) And Nicole's on the line No, baby, you can't get in... uh, Lord (Ruled in the community) And neither can your man You see, we got this cold, but this abusive thing goin' on I'm just a bad mamajama, and y'all can't understand Oh! Hit it [Interlude] The new Minneapolis sound Honey Collective, drop the needle down (Old school company) (The old school melody) [Outro] Well, how do you do? See, there ain't another like me up in this chocolate box You gotta dance for me, baby, if you wanna see me rock Call the government man, tell him we got to be free Valentina, tonight? Huh, I'm busy So tell your mama, 77 Beverly Park gets better with time We got the old school company, y'all, dancin' in the dark I don't mind, I say, I don't mind Put this thang on repeat Go back to one and just, uh, move your feet, and Tell your friends Prince and the Minneapolis sound – we can't be beat, suckas! Old school company The old school melody Ruled in the community Lift you up, a Heaven we can believe in