Studio Ton - Mobbin' in My Old School lyrics

[Verse 1] Two times two equals four doors On an old school Chevy ridin' on Vogues Windows up, 'tac getting stuck Ice cold Rossi in my Quik Stop cup Little Bruce is extra manish I'll punch it sideways and grandmama can't stand it Smoke 'em up at the Springs Road stop sign And then I spin 'em by the church about two more times Hoes hella scared, me and Mac Shawn laughing That's when the 6-7 Cougar starts blasting It was burnt orange with the black canvas top I goes for my Glock, I didn't have to pop 'Cause it was K-1 getting dumb with the Israel- Made chopper with the cooler for the real deal Funk Mobb funk put together by a gangster Frank Nitti done possessed this youngster It's all good, I'll pa** the dank Then I'll slap my kit in low to make my new Vogues stank [Hook 2X] Mobbin' in my old school Smashing like a straight fool Ain't trippin' on no police 'Cause you know I'm down for the high speeds [Verse 2] I'm a nappy headed singer with the smoker's choke 'Cause I'm addicted to the doja smoke I bought half a hill, forever got k** Now do you wanna smoke with me? The kush is in season, got your cousin steezin' To fire up the Humboldt County greens I'm tacked out, so don't roll my windows down So high I gotsta put the blunt down Have ya lit, put the wax kit on my clear On my quarter-panel, no, you won't sit there You'll be slidin' and I'm glidin' And all the hoochies at the school wanna ride in The love boat and smoke some dope I pulls to the curb and says 'What's up, hoe?' Only seventeen but looked way older Hopped in my mob like she seen the rollers I let her hit the dope and now she know the time Poured herself a cup of that Rossi wine A straight super bad with a barbed wire cut And now you wanna know is I'mma tap these guts [Hook] [Verse 3] Triple gold Zeens with the straight laced wires Doobies in the ashtray starting a fire Leather insides plush to k** Funk Mobb mobbin' through the Millersville Six 15's with the Zapco hook I bought my Colossus from Nanny the Crook My cousin Darren slammed the horns under the back seat The Alpine pull-out makes it complete Gold with the silver base and hella coats of clear Coke white top with the peanut bu*ter interior Pinstripes and mode is to catch the hoes Every other week I gots to buy new Vogues I love to burn rubber and punch my gas I got a Posi rear in my four-door's a** So if you see me spinning in the intersection Mob your old school in the left direction And fire up the k** me for Little Bruce And what's up to my cousins in the seven-deuce Cutla**es, bumpin' this To the hoochies at the bus stop, get with this It's lunch time, and that one's mine I live like a kingpin all the time [Hook]