Old School New School Lyrics - Exit 13 - Ll Cool J

Classic, uh, uh, uh 

I'd like to welcome y'all to Exit 13 

My name is LL Cool J 

AKA the goat 

R. Leslie on the track, uh, uh, uh 

I told y'all that I would make a killing 

I told y'all I blow like Mount St. Helen's 

I told y'all I'm the truth, they paint me like a villain 

Sick on paper, the inch to penicillin 

I told y'all the real, they started catching feelings 

Muthafuck 'em all, throw ya L's to the ceiling 

Cool J, still hotter than a helicopter crashing in lava 

Still sweeter to the ladies than a box of Godiva 

Music industry is like a game of cops and robbers 

Too many Indians, no chiefs to follow 

What I'm sowing today, I be reaping tomorrow 

So here's some joyful bars, to replace your sorrow 

I'm beyond a legend, I'm iconic 

Fall off, rebuild, your man's bionic 

Put your trust in me, I never let you down 

I always come up with a way to checkmate these clowns 

I effeminate these clowns, tryin' to take me down 

Ask Puffy and Nas, who hates me now 

The phenomenon, ladies love the don 

I give 'em an ear-gasm, they can't keep calm 

Old school, new school, need to learn though 

I burn baby burn like disco inferno 

Old school, new school, need to learn though 

I burn baby burn like disco inferno 

I told y'all that I was coming back 

I told y'all I ain't going out like that 

I told y'all I was the greatest to ever rap 

And I built Def Jam and took a piss on the map 

I told y'all, I wasn't like the other cats 

I'm fresh like a Wii, them niggas playing jacks 

They all a bunch of a rats, they copying off 2Pac's stats 

Wearing tuxedos to hide they tight speedo 

Chains is tucked in, I'm incognito 

Fuck with your ego and touch your girl's labito 

There will never be on flyer, LL Cool J 

Taking you higher and higher 

The wire, the GOAT, the grand sire 

Who good at 24's if you want flat tires 

Telling your soul and then performing with a choir 

People, please, don't listen to these liars 

Ladies and gentlemen, these, niggas is selling you up 

Bunch of irrelevant shit, it's not intelligent, is it? 

My shit's exquisite, don't follow the yellow brick road 

Them niggas faking like the Wizard 

Old school, new school, need to learn though 

I burn baby burn like disco inferno 

Old school, new school, need to learn though 

I burn baby burn like disco inferno 

Is it really possible I'm this hot? 

LL Cool J, still on top? 

24 years, I ain't forget the block 

You can ask my Jay in the shop 

Linden Boulevard, little Coupe, big rocks 

Real estate only, I ain't fucking with the stocks 

Why not, so our grand kids could feed they grand kids 

And they grand kids, can feed they damn kids 

And Collin Park throw ya hands in the air 

Jump before I turn 'em in a Cool J affair 

My word is my bond, every summer I'm there 

Y'all can jump double dutch while I'm laying in the cut 

I told y'all I wasn't giving up 

I told y'all, I can jump on tracks and switch the rhythm up 

Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt 

Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up 

You'd been standing by my side for years 

Sold out concerts, screams and cheers 

Front row T-Shirt, L, we here 

I bought every album, too many to count 'em 

Watch your movies, your the only good thing about 'em 

Todd Smith jeans, I can't live without 'em 

And the only thing I want from you 

Is for you to keep doing that shit you do 

Old school, new school, need to learn though 

I burn baby burn like disco inferno 

Old school, new school, need to learn though 

I burn baby burn like disco inferno 

Old school, new school, need to learn though 

I burn baby burn like disco inferno 

Old school, new school, need to learn though 

I burn baby burn like disco inferno