[Intro]
Woo!
One, two for the pyramid crews
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Before packin’ haystacks, we were playing jack in the pat
Takin’ speccies, cappers and that
Snap bands and pods from a pack o’ chips
Only cards were Uno, none o’ that magic shit
Got into Pokémon a bit
But I passed on it once I sipped my first Beam premix
Bought a fireball yo-yo
For fifteen bucks, man, it seemed like so much dough
I had a paper round I saved up
When the Nintendo 64 came out, I paid up
Straight up, I was that guy on the NBA Live
‘95 vibe on the mega drive
But all the games had to stop
Pssh, fuck that, I’m still sick at Xbox
I never mash buttons, I’m more technique
Maybe that’s why I haven’t picked up for three weeks, ha
But fuck it, yeah, it’s all to the good
Old habits die hard, so I keep playin’, where’s the hook?
[Chorus]
It’s just that I’m old school like that (Yep, yep, yep, yep)
Roll that rap over soul loops like that (Yep, yep, yep, yep)
It’s just that I’m old school like that (The old school, yo, keep it goin’, yo)
Roll that rap over soul loops like that (The old school, yo, keep it goin’, yo)
It’s just that I’m old school like that (The old school, yo)
Roll that rap over soul loops like that (Keep it goin’, yo)
It’s just that I’m old school like that (The old school, yo, keep it goin’, yo)
Roll that rap over soul loops like that (The old school, yo, keep it goin’, yo)

[Ad-libs]
Yeah

[Verse 2]
Bus trips to beach parties or an open house
Wake up fully dressed, hangin’ off a sofa couch
End o’ school year felt like we’d broken out
Eight weeks up our sleeves was drinks, smokes, poke around
Pickin’ up the whole summer
Dudes givin’ girls one digit, nothin’ to do with a phone number
If you did, you the man
Sniffin’ your hand like, “Ooh, I’m never washin’ this one again”
And Tupac was king, Biggie, Snoop, Jay
Loved the music but really loved the image they’d portray
Then they talked about [?] and smokin’ blunts
When a six pack and a plaque o’ pipes seemed close enough
To be young again, oh, to be innocent
One cone for myself and one for my women-friend
What a gentleman, smoked myself to sleep
So much I forgot bits but still feel everything
What up to station rats and parties at the jacks’
Birds scream, point, half-moon, [?] alley gas works, shit
[Chorus]
It’s just that I’m old school like that (Yep, yep, yep, yep)
Roll that rap over soul loops like that (Yep, yep, yep, yep)
It’s just that I’m old school like that (The old school, yo, keep it goin’, yo)
Roll that rap over soul loops like that (The old school, yo, keep it goin’, yo)
It’s just that I’m old school like that (The old school, yo)
Roll that rap over soul loops like that (Keep it goin’, yo)
It’s just that I’m old school like that (The old school, yo, keep it goin’, yo)
Roll that rap over soul loops like that (The old school, yo, keep it goin’, yo)

[Intro]
We’re back, Illy, Crooked Eye fam