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2Pac - Old School lyrics
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 yaknowhatI'msayin? Nuttin but love for the old school That's who we gonna do this one for, ya feel me? "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] [repeat 3X] Nothin like the old school/ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] 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 puttin in work, with Chuck Chill Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane when De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game I can't explain how it was, Whodini had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was Them block parties in the projects, and on my block You diggi don't stop, sippin 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, nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] Ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] Nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] Ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets I'm playin 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 headin uptown, freestylin with some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, "Why them niggaz swearin?" I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall or takin leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] Ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] Nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] Nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] Ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters When Slick Rick was spittin La-Di-Da-Di Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber breakdancin 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 nuttin like the old school! [Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end] It ain't nuttin like the old school Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school ... Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party? Member how fuckers used to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?" and motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm) I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes? Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that? Member the block members screamin 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 niggaz comin down with the coconut icey's and shit? I came through the door, said it before That was the SHIT |
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