"Old School" lyrics

Shake a man's hand and look him in the eye
Is that so hard to do?
Don't blow smoke, don't tell lies
Son, just tell the truth
There's rumors going round all around town
You've been talking shit
You say I can't play and ya say I can't sing
And my songs they won't be hits
I've never been a violent man
I'd rather be drinkin' beer
But that's the name Granddaddy gave me
And let me make it clear

You're gonna shut your mouth
Or say it to my face
Or I'm gonna use your ass
Like a broom to sweep this place
Go on and call up your friends
You better bring a few
'Cause I come from a different time
Where the men were all Old School

I've seen your kind a thousand times
All baby faced and cute
No calluses on your hands
No scuffs upon your boots
You probably think the holler
Is a rap song in your car
You don't know the first damn thing
About playing these smoky bars

You're gonna shut your mouth
Or say it to my face
Or I'm gonna use your ass
Like a broom to sweep this place
Go on and call up your friends
You better bring a few
'Cause I come from a different time
Where the men were all Old School

I don't care if you wanna speak your mind, son
If you got somethin' to say
All I ask you stand up, and grow some balls and say it to my face
'Cause if I keep hearing whispers, son
You're still talking shit
You're gonna owe me gas money to get back over here and it's gonna be "talk shit - get hit"

You're gonna shut your mouth
Or say it to my face
Or I'm gonna use your ass
Like a broom to sweep this place
Go on and call up your friends
You better bring a few
'Cause I come from a different time
Where the men were all Old School
I come from a different time
'Cause my Granddaddy sure was Old School

It's up to you, son
It's "talk shit - get hit"
What's that? I don't hear nothin'
Yeah, that's what I thought

I'm waiting