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Here we go; we gonna send this one out to the old schoolAll these motherfuckers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten IslandQueens, and all the motherfuckers that laid it down, the foundationYa know what I'm saying? Nothing but love for the old schoolThat's who we gonna do this one for, ya feel me?[Repeat: x3]"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here todayIf the old school didn't pave the way"Nothing like the old schoolAin't nothing like the old school"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here todayIf the old school didn't pave the way" I remember Mr. Magic, flash, Grandmaster CazLL raisin hell but, that didn't lastEric B. & Rakim was, the shit to meI flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky DAnd Red Alert was putting in work, with Chuck ChillHad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was realSongtexteWent out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy KaneWhen De La Soul was putting Potholes in the gameI can't explain how it was, WhodiniHad me puffin on that Buddha getting buzzed, cause there I wasThem block parties in the projects, and on my blockYou diggi don't stop, sipping on that Private StockThrough my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC LyteListen to Treach, KRS to get me through the nightWith T La Rock and Mantronix, to StetsasonicRemember "Push It" was the bomb shit, nothing like the old school"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here todayIf 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 todayIf 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 todayIf 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 todayIf the old school didn't pave the way" Nothing like the old school"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here todayIf 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 todayIf the old school didn't pave the way" I had, Shell Toes, and BVD'sA killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streetsI'm playing skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kissBefore the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I rememberWay back, the weak weed they hadToo many seeds in the trey bagI'm on the train heading uptown, free stylingWith some wild kids from Bucktown, profilingCause the hoochies was staring, thinking, "Why them niggas swearing?"I'm wondering if that's her hair, I rememberStickball, pump the hoochies on the wallOr taking leaks on the steps, stinking up the hallThrough my childhood, wild as a juvenileA young nigga trying to stay away from Riker's IsleMe and my homies breaking nights, trying to keep it trueOut on the roof sipping 90 proof, ain't noting like the old school"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here todayIf 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 todayIf 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 todayIf the old school didn't pave the way" Nothing like the old school"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here todayIf the old school didn't pave the way" Nothing like the old school"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here todayIf 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 todayIf the old school didn't pave the way" Remember popping and locking to Kurtis Blow, the name beltsAnd Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin QuartersWhen Slick Rick was spitting La-Di-Da-DiGamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I rememberBreak dancin' to Melle MelJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the BellsForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffitiBe careful don't let the transit cops see meIt 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 schoolRemember 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 mindThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm saying (Su-per, Sperm)I remember going places that motherfuckers was scared to sayThey was from anywhere but Brooklyn, that shit was the bombBack in the motherfucking old school niggaRemember 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 downWith the coconut icey's and shit?I came through the door, said it beforeThat was the shit!
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"Old School" as written by John M. Buchanan Jr., Donald Jerome Tillery, Maxwell Dixon, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Carsten Schack
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing
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