Old School Shit Songtext
von Daddy X

Strike up the band
One, two, three, four
Yeah
Some old school shit, haha
Be nice
Whoa, whoa

Once upon a rhyme not long ago
This old school punk took full control
Sick-ass flow, organic soul
Bubbled homeboat through a hand-blown bowl
Now what do you know at the Green Buck Grove
At least as far as I was told, you know

Old punkers never died, they′re just too vacadish (some old school shit)
Old stoners never know, just when this world will end (some old school shit)
Right now, we gettin' by on that red-eye express (some old school shit)
If our paths never cross again, well, you know I′m glad we met (some old school shit)


Ladies and gentlemen
We are experiencing technical difficulties
Please stand by
Suddenly, all communication has been cut off

I got custom this, I got custom that
I got custom herb from my custom patch
So it's customized smoke from custom glass
I got custom this, I got custom that

Yeah, Daddy X, boy, that's the name I go
Against the grain, just don′t think the same
Got anarchy, just deep inside my brain
Self-medicated, so I feel no pain, you know

Old punkers never die, they just chew like a dick (some old school shit)
And those stoners never know just when this road will end (some old school shit)
Right now, we gettin′ by on that red eye express (some old school shit)
If our paths never cross again, well, you know I'm glad we met (some old school shit)

I got custom this, I got custom that
I got custom wraps from these custom tracks
I got custom effects from these custom racks
So it′s customary that we sound so fat
And it's like that, and that′s the way it is
P-Nice and Daddy X droppin' old school shit

Have you ever waken to hear sounds like these?