Classic

What it is, Young Sam [Chorus: Traffic] Ain't nothing like the old shit Ain't nothing like the old school I ain't nothing like this new shit I ain't nothing like, y'all Bitch, I'm classic, yeah classic Ain't nothing like the old shit Ain't nothing like the old days I ain't nothing like this new shit I ain't nothing like you new niggas Classic, nah, classic, yeah! [Verse 1: Traffic] I'm first up (it's me, nigga), on the M-I-C Bitch its Traffic, everything I spit be classic Somethin' like coke, I need to post up by the store Woke, early in the mornin', late nights until its gone Just a little nigga bad as fuck, I was on Pops wasn't there, moms was rarely home 'Cause she was too busy workin', had ten kids at home [?] While moms workin', I was in the streets gone Thinkin' I was grown Started gang-bangin', gang signs with the chrome Fresh out the pen and now I'm known around the globe Fuckin' all the bitches and I'm killin' all the shows Just in case you didn't know, I'm the nigga with the flow Call me Bruce LeRoy, nigga I got the glow [?] Still will serve a nigga when a nigga gettin' low Knock, knock, guaranteed to [?] your pizza at your door [Chorus: Traffic] Ain't nothing like the old shit Ain't nothing like the old school I ain't nothing like this new shit I ain't nothing like, y'all Bitch, I'm classic, yeah classic Ain't nothing like the old shit Ain't nothing like the old days I ain't nothing like this new shit I ain't nothing like you new niggas Classic, nah, classic, yeah! [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] From being a square to squarin' you pears You fruit cakes scared to face-to-face Number to erase, groovy-ass [?] Pull my hammer out from under, watch it st-, st- studder The ace baby, [?] At 52nd, ain't learn nothin' at John Muir hustlin' A real nigga, snatch Hilfiger, the flirts remember Get blindsided, we all violence, nigga Traffic said his pop wasn't home but at least you knew him Remember when he stole my bike, well I shoulda [?] him But rest in peace to Big [?], he was a legend Taught us what to be and not to be, it was a blessin' My single mother worked too hard to break the agreements up So I keep my chucks in the set and my head in Venus, ugh Posted on the block every day but I kept dreamin', ugh Took my homies out the State to Europe to see it, ugh Day ones, same niggas, same figures, ugh Car, got it, robotic, two-seaters, ugh I know this where the hook s'posed to be but this shit is easy Gang tats i know the cops hate that i became a baller, ugh Moses split the sea while I moonwalked over water, ugh Cross me once and I'm back like Jesus, my god Niggas go from talkin' a storm to layin' stiff, ugh Wrapped you up but somehow I'm the gift? What? Nigga, classic [Chorus: Traffic] Ain't nothing like the old shit Ain't nothing like the old school I ain't nothing like this new shit I ain't nothing like, ya'll Bitch, I'm classic, yeah classic Ain't nothing like the old shit Ain't nothing like the old days I ain't nothing like this new shit I ain't nothing like you new niggas Classic, nah, classic, yeah!