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When I reminisce to being a jit,
I commemorate of a life so fit;
As I envision me watching The Box,
I experience music with hard knocks.

Now, that is old school...

If you want to kick it and chill,
Pass the conch Fritter and be real;
Because your boy likes it greasy,
That was the only way to please me.

Now, that is old school...

If you like it old school,
Then this kid can go back;
Old school aint old school,
Without Miami Style Throwback.

Don't be green with the Noworlater,
Throw me on the blue pack hater,
All I need is an Oatmeal Creme Pie,
From the corner store to open my eye.

Now, that is way back...

Get the huffy and pop a willy,
After I dust you, if you can feel me;
Each day after school, I watch Ducktails,
Tailspin, Darkwing, and ChipN'dales.

Now, that is way back...

If you like it old school,
Then this kid can go back;
Old school aint old school,
Without Miami Style Throwback.