Oldies Never Die
Hell yeah
Ese 40z right here
On another track
Bout to drop some shit down on some oldies right here
Let me warm this beat up
Yeah yeah right there
Alright here we go check this shit out
Ese 40z pandillero kickin rocks to this rola
For the homies in the ghetto packin mero with their chola on the side
When we ride
In the calles
T-towneros
Where were known to blast them cuetes and to stay foos up with fileros
Got some oldies on the track as
Im drinking on the pisto
Just crease my Friscos up
Cuz its time to get listo for the nights are going rolling
Creep through the valley
To all the homies up in Texas and all homies up in Cali bumpin oldies
Drinkin foties duckin police
On the block system bumpin in the ranflas til the amps be gettin hot
This is one for the locos on a nationwide level
Doin tiempo in the pinta for realistic crazy pedo
I really really love
All these firme memories when I was just a little vato
Bumpin oldies in the breeze
So here goes the original I had to throw it up
Ese oldies live forever
Ese oldies of the world
VS. two mothafuckas
Now im ready to set it off
For the gente stayin faded
For the gente stayin lost
Snortin the soda doing some lines
Puffin blow while im throwin gang signs up in the calles
Streets of the south
Everyday while were turning it out
Droppin these oldies
Droppin these tracks
Everytime while im writing my raps
Hittin off blunts til ny lungs collapse
Rollin through fades while im touchin the mats
Chillin wit hienas
Cruzin the streets
Only get down for these oldie beats
Hop out of the bed and
Out of the sheets this land of New Mex is a land full of freaks
Keepin it real cuz im holding it out
I be reppin my state
I be reppin my town
I be reppin this code
I be reppin my flow
I be reppin this shit like im out of control
Killin this beat like it aint no thang
Drinkin it straight til im feeling insane
Sealin my fate with a drip full of caine
Takin shots to the dome takin shots to the brain
I got that barrio shit a fat dose for your mente
Got to stay up on the grind
Got to put a future in my frente
Give to all soldiers
Who be mobbin it deep bumpin rolas for that ass lost on memory street
Ese 40z right here
On another track
Bout to drop some shit down on some oldies right here
Let me warm this beat up
Yeah yeah right there
Alright here we go check this shit out
Ese 40z pandillero kickin rocks to this rola
For the homies in the ghetto packin mero with their chola on the side
When we ride
In the calles
T-towneros
Where were known to blast them cuetes and to stay foos up with fileros
Got some oldies on the track as
Im drinking on the pisto
Just crease my Friscos up
Cuz its time to get listo for the nights are going rolling
Creep through the valley
To all the homies up in Texas and all homies up in Cali bumpin oldies
Drinkin foties duckin police
On the block system bumpin in the ranflas til the amps be gettin hot
This is one for the locos on a nationwide level
Doin tiempo in the pinta for realistic crazy pedo
I really really love
All these firme memories when I was just a little vato
Bumpin oldies in the breeze
So here goes the original I had to throw it up
Ese oldies live forever
Ese oldies of the world
VS. two mothafuckas
Now im ready to set it off
For the gente stayin faded
For the gente stayin lost
Snortin the soda doing some lines
Puffin blow while im throwin gang signs up in the calles
Streets of the south
Everyday while were turning it out
Droppin these oldies
Droppin these tracks
Everytime while im writing my raps
Hittin off blunts til ny lungs collapse
Rollin through fades while im touchin the mats
Chillin wit hienas
Cruzin the streets
Only get down for these oldie beats
Hop out of the bed and
Out of the sheets this land of New Mex is a land full of freaks
Keepin it real cuz im holding it out
I be reppin my state
I be reppin my town
I be reppin this code
I be reppin my flow
I be reppin this shit like im out of control
Killin this beat like it aint no thang
Drinkin it straight til im feeling insane
Sealin my fate with a drip full of caine
Takin shots to the dome takin shots to the brain
I got that barrio shit a fat dose for your mente
Got to stay up on the grind
Got to put a future in my frente
Give to all soldiers
Who be mobbin it deep bumpin rolas for that ass lost on memory street
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Writer(s): Dutchover Francisco
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