Old School Songtext

von Lil' Keke

Ride, ride, ride clean
If you, if you ride old, ride slow
Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors

Ride, ride, ride clean
If you, if you ride old, ride slow
Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors

Ride, ride, ride clean
If you, if you ride old, ride slow
Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors

If you ride old, ride slow, ride old, ride slow
Ride old, ride slow, slamming, slamming these doors

I remember way back in the day
All I wanted was a candy car with hella flakes
Crushing hoes, slamming doors while the chassis shake
From the sub, work the juice, bitch I want the bass
Can't be turning on a dime cuz the rims scrape
Kill switches for them jackers outchea tryna take
That's my prized possession in recession kept me straight
Clear my mind then recline on the runway, from Monday to Sunday
Just me and my old school

Ride, ride, ride clean
If you, if you ride old, ride slow
Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors

Ride, ride, ride clean
If you, if you ride old, ride slow
Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors

Ride, ride, ride clean
If you, if you ride old, ride slow
Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors

If you ride old, ride slow, ride old, ride slow
Ride old, ride slow, slamming, slamming these doors

I got the old school right on his toes and slamming doors
Talking wood grain, mink on the floors and riding fo's
Chopping low, tip by slow, that's how I go
Still a Texas boy sitting on fo's and breaking hoes
The seats so sandy fine, all cash, fresh candy, homie branded wine
Hold it down, H-town known to flip, feeling hood looking good
With them boys out the sip, just let it dip
Convertible, the burgundy red, get's peeled off
I'm more glass when I'm showing my ass for dirty south
Don key, still OG, just like the smoke fool
Riding 3 deep me and KRIT, plus the old school
Just me and my old school

Ride, ride, ride clean
If you, if you ride old, ride slow
Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors

Ride, ride, ride clean
If you, if you ride old, ride slow
Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors

Ride, ride, ride clean
If you, if you ride old, ride slow
Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors

If you ride old, ride slow, ride old, ride slow
Ride old, ride slow, slamming, slamming these doors

I used to roll in my old school, listenin' to slow grooves
Head leaning back, had me feeling like a mac
7 mills dark black, I used to think I was goldie
I see you shining balls on, that's what my og's told me
And my old school so cool, roll like a new school
Escalate motor come got it riding like a soldier
Late nights blowing dojo, reminiscing bout the past
And how now I got everything I wish I used to could have
Finally clean in my old school

Ride, ride, ride clean
If you, if you ride old, ride slow
Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors

Ride, ride, ride clean
If you, if you ride old, ride slow
Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors

Ride, ride, ride clean
If you, if you ride old, ride slow
Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors

If you ride old, ride slow, ride old, ride slow
Ride old, ride slow, slamming, slamming these doors

See it ain't just a car, it ain't just a whip
It's a time machine, it's a spaceship, it's precious
You gotta take your time, you can't be rubbing on them curves
And hitting them potholes
You gotta ride clean and ride slow
Me and my old school

Ride, ride, ride clean
If you, if you ride old, ride slow
Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors

Ride, ride, ride clean
If you, if you ride old, ride slow
Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors

Ride, ride, ride clean
If you, if you ride old, ride slow
Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors

If you ride old, ride slow, ride old, ride slow
Ride old, ride slow, slamming, slamming these doors