All these motherfuckas in the bronx and brooklyn, staten island,
Queens and all the motherfuckas that laid it down the foundation.
Ya know what Im sayin, nothin but love for da old school. dats who
We gonna do this one for ya feel me.
Chorus: what mo can I say, I wouldnt be here today
If da old school didnt pave the way
I remember mr. magic cash, grand master flash, l.l raisin hell
But it didnt last eric b. and rakim was da shit ta me Id flip
To see a dougie fresh show with rickie g and red alert was puttin
In work, and chuck chill had my homies on the hill gettin ill,when
Shit was real. well I can still remember raw with daddy cain, when de la
Soul was puttin potholes in the game. I cant explain how it was,
Whodini had me puffin on dat buddha gettin buzzed, cuz there I was
Them block parties in da projects and on my block and tic ya dont stop
Ya sippin on dat private stock. and through my speakers queen latifah
And mc lyte listen to treach and krs ta get me through the night. with
Te la rock and madtronics with stetsasonic, remember when push it was da
Bomb shit,
Aint nothin like da old school
Chorus: what more can I say I wouldnt be here today if da old school
Didnt pave the way
I had shell toes and bvds, a killa preaca shot my lees when I hit da
Streetz. Im playin skelly, ring-a-levio when and catch a kiss, before
My homies in my hood learned ta smack a bitch. I remember, way back
Da weak weed they had, too many seeds in da trade bag. Im on a train
Headin uptown freestylin with some wild kids from bucktown, profilin
Cuz da hoochies were starin, checkin what a niggaz wearin im
Wonderin if dats her hair, I remember stick ball, humpin hoochies on
Da wall, takin leaks up on da steps stinkin up da hall. through my
Childhood wild as a juvenile a young nigga tryin ta stay away from
Rikers isle, me and my homies breakin ice tryin ta keep it true out
On da roof sippin 90 proof
Aint nothin like da old school
Chorus: what more can I say...
Remember poppin and lockin with curtis blow, the daybelts, and skat la
Rock da super hole back in latin corners. when slick rick was spittin
Lodi dodi, gaming no hoochies at da neighborhood block parties, i
Remember breakdancin to mel e mel, jeckyl and hyde, l.l. when he rocked
Da bells forget da t.v Id rather hit da streets and do grafitti be
Careful dont let the transit cops see me
It aint nothin like da old school
It aint nothin like da old school
Chorus: what more can I say......
Pac: remember seein brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?
Remember mothafukas used ta gois brooklyn in da house and motherfuckas
Would lose they God damn minds. thats da old school to me
(super rob)
Thats what Im sayin I remember goin places and mothafukas was scared
To say they was from anywhere but brooklyn. that shit was da bomb back
In da motherfukin old school nigga, remember skelly niggas knockin
Niggaz out the box, popin boxes, (my adidas) remember stick ball,
Remember niggaz used ta run dat shit like that? remember(l.l. cool j is
Hard as hell)screamin up at ya momz from da window? the icecream
Trucks remember all the..remember the italian icees yo remember the
Italian icees the spanish niggas comin down with the coconut icees and
Shit? (I came through da door said it before.. dat was da shit!)