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Here we go; we gonna send this one out to the old school
All these motherfuckers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island
Queens, and all the motherfuckers that laid it down, the foundation
Ya know what I'm saying? Nothing but love for the old school
That's who we gonna do this one for, ya feel me?
[Repeat: x3]
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Nothing like the old school
Ain't nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
I remember Mr. Magic, flash, Grandmaster Caz
LL raisin hell but, that didn't last
Eric B. & Rakim was, the shit to me
I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D
And Red Alert was putting in work, with Chuck Chill
Had my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real
Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane
When De La Soul was putting Potholes in the game
I can't explain how it was, Whodini
Had me puffin on that Buddha getting buzzed, cause there I was
Them block parties in the projects, and on my block
You diggi don't stop, sipping on that Private Stock
Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte
Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night
With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic
Remember "Push It" was the bomb shit, nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
It ain't nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Ain't nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Yeah, it ain't nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Ain't nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's
A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets
I'm playing skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss
Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember
Way back, the weak weed they had
Too many seeds in the trey bag
I'm on the train heading uptown, free styling
With some wild kids from Bucktown, profiling
Cause the hoochies was staring, thinking,
"Why them niggas swearing?"
I'm wondering if that's her hair, I remember
Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall
Or taking leaks on the steps, stinking up the hall
Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile
A young nigga trying to stay away from Riker's Isle
Me and my homies breaking nights, trying to keep it true
Out on the roof sipping 90 proof, ain't noting like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Yeah, that's right, it ain't nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Ain't nothin' like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Ain't nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Remember popping and locking to Kurtis Blow, the name belts
And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters
When Slick Rick was spitting La-Di-Da-Di
Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remember
Break dancin' to Melle Mel
Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells
Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti
Be careful don't let the transit cops see me
It ain't nothin' like the old school!
(It ain't nothing like the old school)
(It ain't nothing like the old school)
Hey, on the real though, ain't nothing like the old school
Remember seeing Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfucking party?
Member how fuckers used to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?"
And motherfuckers would lose they goddamn mind
That's the old school to me; that's what I'm saying (Su-per, Sperm)
I remember going places that motherfuckers was scared to say
They was from anywhere but Brooklyn, that shit was the bomb
Back in the motherfucking old school nigga
Remember skelly nigga? Knocking niggas out the box, poppin' boxes?
Member stick ball? Member niggas to run that shit like that?
Member the block members screaming up at your mom from the window?
(LL Cool J is hard as hell)
The ice cream truck, member all the mother,
Member the Italian icey's yo?
Yo remember the Italian icey's the Spanish niggas coming down
With the coconut icey's and shit?
I came through the door, said it before
That was the shit!
Back to: 2PAC lyricsAll these motherfuckers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island
Queens, and all the motherfuckers that laid it down, the foundation
Ya know what I'm saying? Nothing but love for the old school
That's who we gonna do this one for, ya feel me?
[Repeat: x3]
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Nothing like the old school
Ain't nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
I remember Mr. Magic, flash, Grandmaster Caz
LL raisin hell but, that didn't last
Eric B. & Rakim was, the shit to me
I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D
And Red Alert was putting in work, with Chuck Chill
Had my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real
Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane
When De La Soul was putting Potholes in the game
I can't explain how it was, Whodini
Had me puffin on that Buddha getting buzzed, cause there I was
Them block parties in the projects, and on my block
You diggi don't stop, sipping on that Private Stock
Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte
Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night
With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic
Remember "Push It" was the bomb shit, nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
It ain't nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Ain't nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Yeah, it ain't nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Ain't nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's
A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets
I'm playing skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss
Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember
Way back, the weak weed they had
Too many seeds in the trey bag
I'm on the train heading uptown, free styling
With some wild kids from Bucktown, profiling
Cause the hoochies was staring, thinking,
"Why them niggas swearing?"
I'm wondering if that's her hair, I remember
Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall
Or taking leaks on the steps, stinking up the hall
Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile
A young nigga trying to stay away from Riker's Isle
Me and my homies breaking nights, trying to keep it true
Out on the roof sipping 90 proof, ain't noting like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Yeah, that's right, it ain't nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Ain't nothin' like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Ain't nothing like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Remember popping and locking to Kurtis Blow, the name belts
And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters
When Slick Rick was spitting La-Di-Da-Di
Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remember
Break dancin' to Melle Mel
Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells
Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti
Be careful don't let the transit cops see me
It ain't nothin' like the old school!
(It ain't nothing like the old school)
(It ain't nothing like the old school)
Hey, on the real though, ain't nothing like the old school
Remember seeing Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfucking party?
Member how fuckers used to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?"
And motherfuckers would lose they goddamn mind
That's the old school to me; that's what I'm saying (Su-per, Sperm)
I remember going places that motherfuckers was scared to say
They was from anywhere but Brooklyn, that shit was the bomb
Back in the motherfucking old school nigga
Remember skelly nigga? Knocking niggas out the box, poppin' boxes?
Member stick ball? Member niggas to run that shit like that?
Member the block members screaming up at your mom from the window?
(LL Cool J is hard as hell)
The ice cream truck, member all the mother,
Member the Italian icey's yo?
Yo remember the Italian icey's the Spanish niggas coming down
With the coconut icey's and shit?
I came through the door, said it before
That was the shit!
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Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing
Songwriters: BUCHANAN JR., JOHN M. / TILLERY, DONALD JEROME / DIXON, MAXWELL / SHAKUR, TUPAC AMARU / SCHACK, CARSTEN
Album: Me Against the World
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