Текст песни Old School - E-40 feat. B-Legit & Lil' Bruce

What's up, what's up man what goes on
I don't know ohh yea I see you got your cutlass out the shop
Yes you know my shit is out man
Cutlass supreme and mack
I bought it fucked up with a dent in the back
May eighty eighty I flipped it
Six months later I whipped it
And now its done its all complete
I can't wait to see Lil Bruce in the street
I'm on my way to the spot ya'll
To get my old school drop ya'll
Pop the lock, hit the Genie
What's up baby is you glad to see me
And I know its been a long time
But man you still looks fine
The bumper's straight, the streaks is straight
And niggas ain't fucking with the Fosgates
Dude I'm ready to ride
I'm off to the Millerville side
Not too bootsy, but hecks a fly though
Makes me a strong left down on (High?)
Now I'm up to no good
I spots Lil Bruce under the hood
I said what's up sahob
Thought you heard
Lil bruce got him a ol' school bird
Sixty-eight Falcon lights 90 degrees
I came up manipping on some old chinese
I'm slapping a four barrel on right now
And I'll be with you in a minute to show you how
I be mobbing like a Millerville veteran
When I slap it out of first into second
I got a 302 with the posi rear
And I'm serving this bitch when I'm full of the beer
Took her to Lifty's, they taught her to bark ass
A mad ass hot dog loose in the park
You up the block sideways that's cool
But can you mobb that ol' school
Can you mobb your ol' school
Can you mobb can you mobb
Can I mobb the question is how tight
Dude I run circles round you squared up lights
Burn long rubber cuz I love the sport
Turn a few tight ones in a dead end court
See I'm straighter than a rev, tighter than a Chev
And dope into some good ol' doja
I want Bruce the Great to bring the sixty-eight
And meet me at the end of Mariposa
And watch me yo, way too sick
I'm 'bout to pop my U-joint slamming the Click
Then we line 'em up at the stop
Your Falcon, my seven-deuce drop
And when man says go I push to the floor
Bout to make my Cut do a million
Slap it out of first as the shit gets skirting
And now I'm doing a zillion
Smokes your man I ain't joking
That's why all four wheels is smoking
You up the block sideways that's cool
But can you mobb your ol' school
Can you mobb your ol' school
Can you mobb can you mobb
High speeds I know all about them
Ask the V.P.D. they tell you all about them
Full of that good weed down for the high speed
Fix to make my ol' school fly
I hit the corner doing ninety with my partner 'Git behind me
Damn, I hope I don't die
The light was red I went through it
I'm mobbing like I'm all out of break fluid
Lil Bruce gets juiced when he's smoking that dank
And manifesting make my white walls stank
I'm up the block sideways mug mean
Zapco pumping my four fifteens
I drive like Kiwi you don't want to see me
And blowing your doors is way too easy
Me and you man, grill to grill
I thought you knew Bruce was down for his wheel
But waits till I hits that intersection
And turn my wheels in the left direction
I'm a spin forever like a bald headed fool
Mobbing my ol' school