B-legit - Mobbin' My Old School lyrics

Two times two equals four doors on old school Chevy ridin' on Vogues Windows up track getting stuck Ice cold rosy in my pimp style cup Lil Bruce is extra manish I'll punch it sideways and grandma can't stand it Smoke some up at the Springs Road stop sign And them I spin em' by the church about two more times Hoes hella scared me and Mac Shawn laughing That's when the six seven coupe starts blasting It was burn orange with the black canvas top I go for my Glock I didn't have to pop Cause it was the kay one getting dumb with the [?] Made chopper with the cooler for the real deal Funk my donk put together by a gangster Dola Mic done possessed this youngster It's all good I'll pa** the swisher Then I'll slap my kit in low and make my old school dis ya' Mobbin' in my old school Smashing like a stripe fool Ain't trippin' on the police Cause you know I'm down for the high speeds I'm a nappy headed singer with the smoker's choke Cause I'm addicted to the Louie smoke From the Miller vue' riding wide wheels Now do you wanna smob with me The kush is in season Got your cousin sleezin Only seventeen riding zeans I'm funked out so don't turn my system down I blow by the high with so much pound Mom had a fit cause I quit last year If you don't go to school you can't stay here She's sidin' and I'm glidin' And all the teenies at the school wanna ride in The love boat and spoke my coat I pull to the curb and say what's up though Only seventeen but looked way older Hopped in my mob like she's seen the rose She say she cut third and got no time And five plus five equals a dime A straight super bad with a barbed wire cut And now her nosy mom wants to know what's up Mobbin' in my old school Smashing like a stripe fool Ain't trippin' on the police Cause you know I'm down for the high speeds Triple gold zeans with the straight laced wire Colossus in the back trying to start a fire Bumpin' left side plush to k** Funk my mob through the Millers-ville Six 15's with the Zapco hook I bought my colossus from nanny the crook My cousin Darius slapped the horns under the back The Alpine pull out makes it complete Gold with the silver base and the hella coked interior Coke white top with the peanut bu*ter interior Pin stripes and motors yeah you know Every other week I got to buy new Vogues I love to burn rubber and punch my gas I got a [?] mirror and photo gla** So if you see me spinning in the intersection Mob your old school in the left direction And give up the view for Little Bruce And what's up to my cousins in the seven duce Cutla**es bumpin' this To the girlies at the bus stop get with this It's lunch time and I'm on grind And baby next to me is hecks of fine Mobbin' in my old school Smashing like a stripe fool Ain't trippin' on the police Cause you know I'm down for the high speeds