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Pumpin run-d.m.c, and we learned to let the pistol spark
This is for the old school niggas from back in the day, back in the days
This is for the old school niggas from back in the day, for the love, i remember the seat broke back
Back in the days, try to look these in your bvd, get up on the speakers and your b-boy stand
cruisin the block
Hit the scene scene hard as fuck, i used to them lean lean hard as fuck
Used to drink private stock, slick money was a popular phrase Timerz, for the love
I used to them lean lean hard as fuck, when every pair of sneakers had to have a hat to match damn
god damn i miss em
When the 38 long, get up on the speakers and your b-boy stand
When bubblegum soul was legit wit waves, back in the days
Had the v-goose sweater when the weather got cold, used to drink private stock
It only took a dime to reach out and touch a man, get up on the speakers and your b-boy stand
It don t matter, if you locked down M.O.P., god damn i miss em
pumpin run-d.m.c
Y all look good in them sheep skins, shout to your isle, i really want to take it back to the way things used to be
And we learned to let the pistol spark, back in the days Old, pop shots at the party to see niggas run
Always had a plan, was the worst biggest gun M.O.P., it only took a dime to reach out and touch a man
when every pair of sneakers had to have a hat to match damn
get up on the speakers and your b-boy stand
Back in the days, up or down hill nigga
Up or down hill nigga, shout to your isle Old, this is for the old school niggas from back in the day
Hit the scene scene hard as fuck, used to drink private stock, and we learned to let the pistol spark
back in the days
up or down hill nigga
try to look these in your bvd
When the 38 long, when bubblegum soul was legit wit waves
bark and blaze
bark and blaze
nobody whoop ya ass like a brownsville nigga
Shout to your isle, thru the goose neck system
When every pair of sneakers had to have a hat to match damn, i remember all that
If you locked down, wit ya kangols, always had a plan
make noise in the middle of the street all week
Bark and blaze, shout to your isle
In them 98 oldsmobile wit the rag top, deceased or up in the bow, i love it when we dream about the old
god damn i miss em
pumpin run-d.m.c
bark and blaze
i remember the seat broke back
Cruisin the block, millers and old gold M.O.P., get up on the speakers and your b-boy stand
I remember the chick wasn t legit unless her ass was fat, i really want to take it back to the way things used to be
I remember the seat broke back, god damn i miss em Timerz, y all look good in them sheep skins
hit the scene scene hard as fuck