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Two times two equals four doors on old school Chevy ridin' on Vogues
Windows up track getting stuck
Ice cold rosy in my pimp style cup
Lil Bruce is extra manish
I'll punch it sideways and grandma can't stand it
Smoke some up at the Springs Road stop sign
And them I spin em' by the church about two more times
Hoes hella scared me and Mac Shawn laughing
That's when the six seven coupe starts blasting
It was burn orange with the black canvas top
I go for my Glock I didn't have to pop
Cause it was the kay one getting dumb with the [?]
Made chopper with the cooler for the real deal
Funk my donk put together by a gangster
Dola Mic done possessed this youngster
It's all good I'll pass the swisher
Then I'll slap my kit in low and make my old school dis ya'

Mobbin' in my old school
Smashing like a stripe fool
Ain't trippin' on the police
Cause you know I'm down for the high speeds

I'm a nappy headed singer with the smoker's choke
Cause I'm addicted to the Louie smoke
From the Miller vue' riding wide wheels
Now do you wanna smob with me
The kush is in season
Got your cousin sleezin
Only seventeen riding zeans
I'm funked out so don't turn my system down
I blow by the high with so much pound
Mom had a fit cause I quit last year
If you don't go to school you can't stay here
She's sidin' and I'm glidin'
And all the teenies at the school wanna ride in
The love boat and spoke my coat
I pull to the curb and say what's up though
Only seventeen but looked way older
Hopped in my mob like she's seen the rose
She say she cut third and got no time
And five plus five equals a dime
A straight super bad with a barbed wire cut
And now her nosy mom wants to know what's up

Mobbin' in my old school
Smashing like a stripe fool
Ain't trippin' on the police
Cause you know I'm down for the high speeds

Triple gold zeans with the straight laced wire
Colossus in the back trying to start a fire
Bumpin' left side plush to kill
Funk my mob through the Millers-ville
Six 15's with the Zapco hook
I bought my colossus from nanny the crook
My cousin Darius slapped the horns under the back
The Alpine pull out makes it complete
Gold with the silver base and the hella coked interior
Coke white top with the peanut butter interior
Pin stripes and motors yeah you know
Every other week I got to buy new Vogues
I love to burn rubber and punch my gas
I got a [?] mirror and photo glass
So if you see me spinning in the intersection
Mob your old school in the left direction
And give up the view for Little Bruce
And what's up to my cousins in the seven duce
Cutlasses bumpin' this
To the girlies at the bus stop get with this
It's lunch time and I'm on grind
And baby next to me is hecks of fine

Mobbin' in my old school
Smashing like a stripe fool
Ain't trippin' on the police
Cause you know I'm down for the high speeds

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