Lyrics:

Hey Trae wassup lil' homie
Wanna ride in my old school today
You wanna ride in the old school?
What you wanna ride in that for?
I'm tryin to get this money man
Oh yea?
What you know about getting money?
See you gon be a problem just like your older bro (old school)
I ain't mad at you though
Sun is out hah?
In my old school
Guess I might as well shine on a few today
In my old school
Alright man, come on
Where my keys at?
Um, I don't know
You don't know?
In my old school

Gotta hit this conrner homie
Real anticipatin
Shit I was getting money
A couple niggas hatin
A couple bitches waitin too
Tell em pick a number
Look like laguna, kinda hard to keep from going under
I'm in my old school, swinging like I'm Stevie Wonder
They say my wrists don't make no sense, I call them Dumb & Dumber
I track your feel through half these women call me Truth Tha Runner
I keep a shooter ridin with that Oklahoma thunder
When he done he switch up cities like he James Hard
You bout that wood? I'd like to beg your motherfuckin pardon
You better find someone to play with
I'm in my old school coolin nigga
Better not say shit

Hit the block homie, shine on 'em like lights
Let the ceiling take flight
(In my old school)
Beat the trunk on 'em
Let the 4's poke out so fuck niggas would be about
In my old school
A couple women with me, ain't hard to see what they bout
Got so much ass they can't get out
(In my old school)
It ain't no point of flexin
I grab my 6 and get money til my hustle run out
(In my old school)

Keep more wood than a cabin
Nigga what's really happenin?
Paint hard as fuck, leather softer than a napkin
Yea Tha Truth leanin corners like it's purple rain
I'm movin slow with something floating on them purple planes
Body thick as hell, picture in the perfect frame
Lord knows I only seen her ass, I never heard her name
The black stay up, terrific king like the national champ
Real nigga exercising til I catch a cramp
Slow loud and banging when I'm itchin the other chick to stand
Fore I pull my rank and send the word to rearrange the camp
I'm in my old school, this whip cold fool
Earthquake, I have it beatin through yo soul fool

Hit the block homie, shine on 'em like lights
Let the ceiling take flight
(In my old school)
Beat the trunk on 'em
Let the 4's poke out so fuck niggas would be about
In my old school
A couple women with me, ain't hard to see what they bout
Got so much ass they can't get out
(In my old school)
It ain't no point of flexin
I grab my 6 and get money til my hustle run out
(In my old school)

Brown Cadillac, white Chevrolet
All day every day
(In my old school)
Candy paint drippin, man I'm never slippin
Yea I'm 20 crippin
(In my old school)
I keep my music loud
As I move the crowd
With the windows down
(In my old school)
Bangin that motel
Blowin Tha Dogg Pound
They tell me \'slow down\'
(In my old school)

Time's awastin, I'm gon get it
Drop the top, liftin out city
Squat it, got it, feelin good
Rollin around my neighborhood
Bossin up, tossin up cash
Glass house, ass drag
Go to the store and get me one more
Low riders, real fo
Cali chronic is all we blow
Trae Tha Truth right from the intro
So when you get down to your last few dollars
Really wanna sell it but you don't wanna holler
Laid laid back back
Lean lean to the side
AC blowin, now you know it
How we rollin on the west side

Brown Cadillac, white Chevrolet
All day every day
(In my old school)
Candy paint drippin, man I'm never slippin
Yea I'm 20 crippin
(In my old school)
I keep my music loud
As I move the crowd
With the windows down
(In my old school)
Bangin that motel
Blowin Tha Dogg Pound
They tell me \'slow down\'
(In my old school)