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the click - old school lyrics

[talking]
what’s up, what’s up man what goes on
i don’t know ohh yea i see you got your cutl-ss out the shop
yes you know my sh-t is out man

[b-legit]
cutl-ss supreme and mack
i bought it f-cked up with a dent in the back
may eighty-eight i flipped it
six months later i whipped it
and now it’s done, it’s all complete
i can’t wait to see lil bruce in the street
i’m on my way to the spot y’all
to get my old school drop y’all
pop the lock, hit the genie
what’s up baby is you glad to see me?
and i know it’s been a long time
but man you still looks fine
the bumper’s straight, the streaks is straight
and n-ggas ain’t f-cking with the fosgates
dude i’m ready to ride
i’m off to the millerville side
not too bootsy, but hecks a fly though
i makes me a strong left down on high[?]
and now i’m up to no good
i spots lil bruce under the hood
i said what’s up sohab

[lil bruce]
thought you heard
lil bruce got him an old school bird
sixty-eight falcon, lights ninety degrees
i came up manipping on some old chinese
i’m slapping a four barrel on right now
and i’ll be with you in a minute to show you how
i be mobbing like a millerville veteran
when i slap it out of first into second
i got a 302 with the posi rear
and i’m serving this b-tch when i’m full of the beer
i took her to lifty’s and they taught her to bark -ss
a mad -ss hot dog loose in the park
you up the block sideways, that’s cool
but can you mob that old school?

[chorus]
can you mob your old school?
can you mob can you mob?

[b-legit]
can i mob? the question is how tight
dude i run circles ’round you squared up lights
burn long rubber ’cause i love the sport
turn a few tight ones in a dead end court
see i’m straighter than a rev, tighter than a chev
and dope into some good ol’ doja
i want bruce the great to bring the sixty-eight
and meet me at the end of mariposa
and watch me yo, way too sick
i’m ’bout to pop my u-joint slamming the cl!ck
then we line ’em up at the stop
your falcon, my seven-deuce drop
and when the man says go i push to the floor
’bout to make my cut do a million
slap it out of first as the sh-t gets skirting
and now i’m doing a zillion
smokes your man, i ain’t joking
that’s why all four wheels is smoking
you up the block sideways, that’s cool
but can you mob your old school

[chorus]
can you mob your old school?
can you mob can you mob?

[d-shot]
high speeds i knows all about them
ask the v.p.d. they’ll tell you about them
full of that good weed down for the high speed
fix to make my old school fly
i hit the corner doing ninety with my partner ‘git behind me
d-mn, i hope i don’t die
the light was red i went through it
i’m mobbing like i’m all out of break fluid
lil bruce gets juiced when he’s smoking that dank
and manifesting makin’ my white walls stank
i’m up the block sideways, mug mean
zapco pumping my four fifteens
i drive like kiwi, you don’t want to see me
and blowing your doors is way too easy
me and you man, grill to grill
i thought you knew bruce was down for his wheel
but waits till i hits that intersection
and turn my wheels in the left direction
i’ma spin forever like a bald headed fool
mobbing my old school

[chorus]
can you mob your old school?
can you mob can you mob?

- the click lyrics

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