[talking]

What's up, what's up man what goes on

I don't know ohh yea I see you got your cutlass out the shop

Yes you know my shit is out man

[B-Legit]

Cutlass Supreme and mack

I bought it fucked up with a dent in the back

May eighty-eight I flipped it

Six months later I whipped it

And now it's done, it's all complete

I can't wait to see Lil Bruce in the street

I'm on my way to the spot y'all

To get my old school drop y'all

Pop the lock, hit the Genie

What's up baby is you glad to see me?

And I know it's been a long time

But man you still looks fine

The bumper's straight, the streaks is straight

And niggas ain't fucking with the Fosgates

Dude I'm ready to ride

I'm off to the Millerville side

Not too bootsy, but hecks a fly though

I makes me a strong left down on High[?]

And now I'm up to no good

I spots Lil Bruce under the hood

I said what's up sohab

[Lil Bruce]

Thought you heard

Lil Bruce got him an old school bird

Sixty-eight Falcon, lights ninety degrees

I came up manipping on some old Chinese

I'm slapping a four barrel on right now

And I'll be with you in a minute to show you how

I be mobbing like a Millerville veteran

When I slap it out of first into second

I got a 302 with the posi rear

And I'm serving this bitch when I'm full of the beer

I took her to Lifty's and they taught her to bark ass

A mad ass hot dog loose in the park

You up the block sideways, that's cool

But can you mob that old school?

[Chorus]

Can you mob your old school?

Can you mob can you mob?

[B-Legit]

Can I mob? The question is how tight

Dude I run circles 'round you squared up lights

Burn long rubber 'cause I love the sport

Turn a few tight ones in a dead end court

See I'm straighter than a rev, tighter than a Chev

And dope into some good ol' doja

I want Bruce the Great to bring the sixty-eight

And meet me at the end of Mariposa

And watch me yo, way too sick

I'm 'bout to pop my U-joint slamming the Click

Then we line 'em up at the stop

Your Falcon, my seven-deuce drop

And when the man says go I push to the floor

'Bout to make my Cut do a million

Slap it out of first as the shit gets skirting

And now I'm doing a zillion

Smokes your man, I ain't joking

That's why all four wheels is smoking

You up the block sideways, that's cool

But can you mob your old school

[Chorus]

Can you mob your old school?

Can you mob can you mob?

[Lil' Bruce]

High speeds I knows all about them

Ask the V.P.D. they'll tell you about them

Full of that good weed down for the high speed

Fix to make my old school fly

I hit the corner doing ninety with my partner 'Git behind me

Damn, I hope I don't die

The light was red I went through it

I'm mobbing like I'm all out of break fluid

Lil Bruce gets juiced when he's smoking that dank

And manifesting makin' my white walls stank

I'm up the block sideways, mug mean

Zapco pumping my four fifteens

I drive like Kiwi, you don't want to see me

And blowing your doors is way too easy

Me and you man, grill to grill

I thought you knew Bruce was down for his wheel

But waits till I hits that intersection

And turn my wheels in the left direction

I'ma spin forever like a bald headed fool

Mobbing my old school

[Chorus]

Can you mob your old school?

Can you mob can you mob?