Old School Lyrics by Tupac

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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