2 Pac - Old School Lyrics
Here we go we gonna send this one out to da ol schoolAll these mother*****as in the bronx and brooklyn, staten island,Queens and all the mother*****as that laid it down the foundation.Ya know what Im sayin, nothin but love for da old school. dats whoWe gonna do this one for ya feel me.Chorus: what mo can I say, I wouldnt be here todayIf da old school didnt pave the wayI remember mr. magic cash, grand master flash, l.l raisin hellBut it didnt last eric b. and rakim was da shit ta me Id flipTo see a dougie fresh show with rickie g and red alert was puttinIn work, and chuck chill had my homies on the hill gettin ill,whenShit was real. well I can still remember raw with daddy cain, when de laSoul was puttin potholes in the game. I cant explain how it was,Whodini had me puffin on dat buddha gettin buzzed, cuz there I wasThem block parties in da projects and on my block and tic ya dont stopYa sippin on dat private stock. and through my speakers queen latifahAnd mc lyte listen to treach and krs ta get me through the night. withTe la rock and madtronics with stetsasonic, remember when push it was daBomb shit,Aint nothin like da old schoolChorus: what more can I say I wouldnt be here today if da old schoolDidnt pave the wayI had shell toes and bvds, a killa preaca shot my lees when I hit daStreetz. Im playin skelly, ring-a-levio when and catch a kiss, beforeMy homies in my hood learned ta smack a *****. I remember, way backDa weak weed they had, too many seeds in da trade bag. Im on a trainHeadin uptown freestylin with some wild kids from bucktown, profilinCuz da hoochies were starin, checkin what a niggaz wearin imWonderin if dats her hair, I remember stick ball, humpin hoochies onDa wall, takin leaks up on da steps stinkin up da hall. through myChildhood wild as a juvenile a young nigga tryin ta stay away fromRikers isle, me and my homies breakin ice tryin ta keep it true outOn da roof sippin 90 proofAint nothin like da old schoolChorus: what more can I say...Remember poppin and lockin with curtis blow, the daybelts, and skat laRock da super hole back in latin corners. when slick rick was spittinLodi dodi, gaming no hoochies at da neighborhood block parties, iRemember breakdancin to mel e mel, jeckyl and hyde, l.l. when he rockedDa bells forget da t.v Id rather hit da streets and do grafitti beCareful dont let the transit cops see meIt aint nothin like da old schoolIt aint nothin like da old schoolChorus: what more can I say......Pac: remember seein brooklyn go crazy up in the mother*****in party?Remember mothafukas used ta gois brooklyn in da house and mother*****asWould lose they God damn minds. thats da old school to me(super rob)Thats what Im sayin I remember goin places and mothafukas was scaredTo say they was from anywhere but brooklyn. that shit was da bomb backIn da motherfukin old school nigga, remember skelly niggas knockinNiggaz out the box, popin boxes, (my adidas) remember stick ball,Remember niggaz used ta run dat shit like that? remember(l.l. cool j isHard as hell)screamin up at ya momz from da window? the icecreamTrucks remember all the..remember the italian icees yo remember theItalian icees the spanish niggas comin down with the coconut icees andShit? (I came through da door said it before.. dat was da shit!)
