OTB Esham

[Chorus]
I want that old thing back
I want that old thing back, baby
I want that old thing back
I want that old thing back, mama
I want that old thing back
I want that old thing back, sugar
I want that old thing back
I want that old thing back, baby

[Verse 1]
That old soul, that old thang, that old song, that old saying
Them old rules, that old school, that old bump, that old thang
My old ways, them old days, riding down four tre
That's Seven Mile if you don't know, cheers with gin and OJ
Them old wheels like Momo's, BBS's on the photos
BMW's catty coupes, hit the strip, drop the roof
My Detroit players, big is the proof, when he said it, it was the truth
That old love, them old hugs, them old hustlers, them old thugs
That uncut, that raw shit, not stepped on, them pure drugs
That real spiel, this real deal, it's real feel, that real love
My old clothes, my old hoes, niggas still stealing my old flows
I'm an old soul, I roll cold, still spending money from '94

[Chorus]
I want that old thing back
I want that old thing back, baby
I want that old thing back
I want that old thing back, mama
I want that old thing back
I want that old thing back, sugar
I want that old thing back
I want that old thing back, baby