Artist: 2Pac
Album:  Me Against the World
Song:   Old School
  

Here we go we gonna send this one out to da ol school
All these motherfukas in the Bronx and Brooklyn, Staten Island,
Queens and all the motherfukas that laid it down the foundation.
Ya know what I'm 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 wouldn't be here today
        If da old school didn't pave the way

I remember Mr. Magic Flash, Grand Master Cash 
L.L raisin' hell but it didn't last 
Eric B. and Rakim was da shit ta me 
I'd 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 Kain 
when De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game
I can't 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 don't stop
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 Push it was da bomb shit
Ain't nothin' like da old school

CHORUS: What more can I say I wouldn't be here today if da old school
        didn't pave the way

I had Shell toes and BVD's
A killa preaca shot my lees when I hit da streetz
I'm playin' Skelly, Ring-a-levio 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
I'm on a train headin' uptown freestylin' with some wild kids from Bucktown
Profilin,  cuz da hoochies were starin', checkin' what a niggaz wearin' 
I'm 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 Riker's Isle 
Me and my homies breakin' ice, tryin' ta keep it true out
Out on da roof, sippin' 90 proof
Ain't 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 TV - I'd rather hit da streets and do grafitti 
be careful don't let the transit cops see me
It ain't nothin' like da old school
It ain't 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 go"Is Brooklyn in da House" and Motherfukas
would lose they god damn minds. That's da old school to me
 (SUPER ROB)
Thats what I'm 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!)

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Transcribed by: R.J Johnson yu108654@yorku.ca