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The Click Old School

(Birdman intro) Yeah We gon' go old school Ya know what I'm sayin If you from where I'm from Ya know what I'm talkin' 'bout The way we do this here

for life- all I beat is sweet dome. Now pop it for da pimp- go get your boogie on. I'm all about the dome like an old school strobe. So all gutta' chicks

fuck and a mouth full of cum She made money for a minute but she loved the sex So I cut the bitch loose like an old school 'vette Six months later I

my mama and them, I'm ready to go home I'm fifteen years old, out here on my own Mama let me back in, mama real strict After school, straight home, no

em see the inside let em see the drop. Comin down sunshine a nigga dont pop. I dont pop trunk, i dont ride belts. I ride old school make sure the pain

I tie my laces Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I'm old school like the Iron Monkey My shit

things, Like your first birthday wish, Your first girlfriend, Your first love, Your first French kiss, Your first time feeling hate, The first time you got dissed, Your first day of school

that kid from Harlem World and you know where I'm from Now my team is out for cream and you know exactly what I mean So any click tryin' to stop us is the click

, mang Richie-boy, bitchie-boy, it's a southwest thing Serial murderer, southwest maniac Slaughterer, lunatic, highschool brainiac Straight A school boy, School kid 'Till I went to school