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!