Old School Beat Lyrics

Old School Beat lyrics

[Magno]



It's Magno on a old school beat, 22's on a old school fleet



You ain't a Cadillac Mag, I could tell by them hoes you meet



Girls love me cause the flow's unique, it's no competition



Don't even try to rap Mag, we rock fitted's now



Throw away that snap back, if it's a Mag track then you know that's money



That's a hardwood classic, not a throwback dummy



In Denver Colorado, with a Colfax honey



Like a nose I got a flow that's runny, yeah



You know me, I'm down to choke and beat a hater



That's if I lose my cool, like a broke refrigerator



Y'all niggas think y'all muffle, till I break y'all face into pieces



Like a jigsaw puzzle, hoes ease my brain like a cheap psychiatrist



I got they voice breaking up, like cingular wireless



I cock back, and let that weaponry go



Your flows tacky, outdated like That 70's Show



Magnificent that kid, that's destined to blow



Collecting the do', put that Smith-N-Wess to your throat



Either take a deep swallow, or three hollows



Choose wisely, I treat you cats like Ron Isely



Left between the sheets, when I bust that 3-8



Got your mom's crying a river, like Justin T-lake



So go ahead, just admit I'm best



'Fore I put this chrome to your pipe, like an emission test



You ain't even 'pose, to been a roller



Dealing with Mag, chiefs get bagged like groceries at Kroger's



I got the cutest broads, I pull up with model chicks



That's taller, than NBA shooting guards



But Magno's, playing the point



I assist her with dick, and then we blazing a joint



I keep on displaying the point, that I'm the coldest



I'm the joystick, I control this



That's why your ex, still wanna page



My album gon sell, like X pills at a rave



The Rookie of the Year, gon make a mill in a day



If it don't, I'm making mills from the game



I never beg for pennies, think different



Better scramble, like some eggs at Denny's



I got that chrome and that lead, to tempt me



I'ma squeeze, till your head is empty



Magnificent spit that real, and make a jerk nervous



People sleeping on your flows, like church service



Cause you worthless, who messing with Mag



Keep talking, you'll be missing a dad



Matter fact you'll be missing a moms, you get abused for joking



My balls so big, they could be used for bowling



And I don't mean to seem ferocious



My click exterminate, but I don't mean for roaches



I got lines, like a operator



Might go to Oakland, and just cop the Raiders



You just don't know man, I'll pop a hater



You got some do' man, but my knot is greater



Then nod your head, in a slow bob



I hate working, but I will take a blow job



It's Magno, I keep wrecking the flow



That's why your boy, collecting the do'



I step in the room ice chain, Mike got the ice mouth



You might see us on T.V., the ice house



A street flavor, we got that street flavor



haters wanna hate, but them stats beat haters, yeah