Too $hort (too Short) - Old School lyrics

(Too $hort) Old school.. I'm from the old school Old school.. I'm from the old school I came in the door as the story goes Looked around the room all I seen was hoes It's like a p**y supermarket; let's go shoppin Packed like sardines, clubs straight poppin F**k the V.I.P. section I'm bout to hit the pharmacy, and get my head connected Get me some protection Walk around and see who I wanna have s** with The usual - a nice high-yellow cutie or maybe tonight, I might find a black beauty with a big ol' booty, no doubt We'll have a few drinks and then roll out I can't do the "Jungle Fever" cause it's too many black hoes here that might see ya If I peep a white broad with some a** and lips fine as hell - I'ma have to ask the b**h some'in cause I might end up f**kin I don't care what you say, I don't owe you hoes nothin I f**k tall b**hes, even f**k small b**hes Too bad I can't f**k all you b**hes It don't take players like me too long to get b**hes like you to let me take you home I got the game from Oakland, California I'm Short Dawg, I hope your momma warned ya bout the old school.. do the old school I'm from the old school.. do the old school I'm always hustlin, always workin hard If you tryin to get the money I'ma do my part On the weekends, we like to celebrate Cash checks ride away can't wait F**k crime - I'm bustin Too $hort rhymes Unless it's bout millions I ain't tryin to do time It's like everyday is Saturday So many b**hes let me have my way You can an*lyze it, all you want But I was knockin bad hoes with no teeth in the front When I had no money and drove my momma's car I had bad-a** b**hes look like superstars It's the game, old as it may be it makes fine-a** hoes call me baby I look down and think, this that f**kin sh** Seein this beautiful b**h, she just s**in my dick Too many times in a player's wife We always have to hear what you squares feel like F**k that; do what you gotta do I see you creepin through the hood buyin prostitutes I know I'm f**kin hoes, and gettin high You wanna criticize me but you livin a lie with yo' suit and tie, and yo' love for hoes You ain't sh** motherf**ker and Short Dawg knows I'm from the old school.. do the old school Do the old school.. I'm from the old school Don't cross the game they'll take yo' life Respect the game and you can play all night If you snitchin, don't get caught slippin If you blood'n or crip'n, other n***az set-trippin watch yo' back, it don't take a brainiac We got a lot of h*mocidal maniacs in the streets Sometimes life is terrible Y'all say goodbye, n***az say be careful Back in the day they woulda k**ed yo' a** for a reason, they might even keep you breathin F**k your whole world up, you can't get down Broke livin on the streets and you can't skip town But ain't no slow d**hs in the triple-oh If you f**kin up then you get to go Somebody gon' hold you down so you can't get up off that cold ground Lights flashin, and you keep pa**in out You know you f**ked up with your bad-a** mouth Once upon a time they woulda knocked you out Maybe back in ninety-nine, but not in 2000 Anybody wanna do it like the old school? Hella n***az at the park with no shootin Sunday afternoon, at the park n***az leanin hella hard goin by in the car Do the old school.. do the old school I'm from the old school.. do the old school Old school.. do the old school I'm from the old school.. Yeah old school baby, BEOTCH!