Texty:
Old French

you see me roll through(Yup) Got the whole crew Timbaland he produce If you a fruit, Produce Riding in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to She french

a few They be glad to see me, niggaz don't give'em dick like I do I bust bout two, then they tell they friends, and then I'm in Wit my French tickler

I'll take you back to 1969 Let's hit the city of freedom like old times It's getting dirty underneath the blue sky Imagine you and me counting the butterflies

my ear Then the sound began to subside And they sounded like background singers And a voice come down from the heavens above It was a voice full of anger from the Old

need one. Two boxes of detergent and a paint gun, and an emergency squirt gun to spray A-1. (Chorus) So one more time for old time's sake Dre, drop

like a Big Mac and French Fries Nation's economy's on a downward slide On the best course of action no one can decide Company cheques got to be verified Old

my hero I clowned anyway, It's me though, yo We got flavor and we like to flex it(ungh) I'll be right back in a minute on some old sex sh-- On the

, Chef era take over America Bag Ugly Betty up, make her Ms. Guerrera Pinky wench in sweaters, cortex burnin' the mic booth Travel right past my heritage Them old

re fallin' right through time's abyss, And start to see visions, memories you really miss, simple things, Like your first birthday wish, Your first girlfriend, Your first love, Your first French