Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Old School, artist - 2Pac. Album song Me Against The World, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Old School |
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 |
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 s&le 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! |