| Here we go; |
| we gonna send this one out to the old school
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| All these motherfuckers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island
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| Queens, and all the motherfuckers that laid it down, the foundation
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| yaknowhatI’msayin?Nuttin but love for the old school
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| That’s who we gonna do this one for, ya feel me?
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| What more could I say? |
| I wouldn’t be here today
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| if the old school didn’t pave the way-→Grand Puba
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| Nothin like the old school/ain't nuttin like the old school
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| What more could I say? |
| I wouldn’t be here today
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| if the old school didn’t pave the way-→Grand Puba
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| I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz
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| LL raisin hell but, that didn’t last
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| Eric B. &Rakim was, the shit to me
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| I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D and Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill
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| Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real
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| Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane
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| when De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game
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| I can’t explain how it was, Whodini
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| had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was
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| Them block parties in the projects, and on my block
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| You diggi don’t stop, sippin on that Private Stock
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| Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte
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| Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night
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| With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic
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| Remember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school
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| What more could I say? |
| I wouldn’t be here today
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| if the old school didn’t pave the way-→Grand Puba
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| Heheheh, it ain’t nuttin like the old school
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| What more could I say? |
| I wouldn’t be here today
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| if the old school didn’t pave the way-→Grand Puba
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| Ain’t nuttin like the old school
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| What more could I say? |
| I wouldn’t be here today
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| if the old school didn’t pave the way-→Grand Puba
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| Yeaheheh, it ain’t nuttin like the old school
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| What more could I say? |
| I wouldn’t be here today
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| if the old school didn’t pave the way-→Grand Puba
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| Nuttin like the old school
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| What more could I say? |
| I wouldn’t be here today
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| if the old school didn’t pave the way-→Grand Puba
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| Ain’t nuttin like the old school
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| What more could I say? |
| I wouldn’t be here today
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| if the old school didn’t pave the way-→Grand Puba
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| Heheh… I had, Shell Toes, and BVD’s
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| A killer crease inside my Lee’s when I hit the streets
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| I’m playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss
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| before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember
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| way back, the weak weed they had
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| Too many seeds in the trey bag
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| I’m on the train headin uptown, freestylin
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| with some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin
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| cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggaz swearin?
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| I’m wonderin if that’s her hair, I remember
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| Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall
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| or takin leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall
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| Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile
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| A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker’s Isle
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| Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true
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| Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain’t nuttin like the old school
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| What more could I say? |
| I wouldn’t be here today
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| if the old school didn’t pave the way-→Grand Puba
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| Heheheyah, that’s right, it ain’t nuttin like the old school
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| What more could I say? |
| I wouldn’t be here today
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| if the old school didn’t pave the way-→Grand Puba
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| Ain’t nuttin like the old school
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| What more could I say? |
| I wouldn’t be here today
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| if the old school didn’t pave the way-→Grand Puba
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| Nuttin like the old school
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| What more could I say? |
| I wouldn’t be here today
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| if the old school didn’t pave the way -→Grand Puba
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| Nuttin like the old school
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| What more could I say? |
| I wouldn’t be here today
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| if the old school didn’t pave the way-→Grand Puba
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| Ain’t nuttin like the old school
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| What more could I say? |
| I wouldn’t be here today
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| if the old school didn’t pave the way-→Grand Puba
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| Hahah… remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts
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| And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters
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| When Slick Rick was spittin La-Di-Da-Di
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| Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber
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| breakdancin to Melle Mel
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| Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells
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| Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti
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| 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)
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| It ain’t nuttin like the old school
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| Hahahah, it ain’t nuttin like the old school
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| Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain’t nuttin like the old school
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| Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?
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| Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?
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| and motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND
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| That’s the old school to me; |
| that’s what I’m sayin (Su-per, Sperm)
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| I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say
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| they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; |
| that shit was the bomb
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| Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga
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| Remember skelly nigga? |
| Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?
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| Member stickball? |
| Member niggaz to run that shit like that?
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| Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?
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| (LL Cool J is hard as HELL…)
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| The ice cream truck, member all the mother…
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| Member the italian icey’s yo?
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| Yo remember the italian icey’s the spanish niggaz comin down
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| with the coconut icey’s and shit?
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| I came through the door, said it before
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| That was the SHIT! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Old School , by - 2Pac. Song from the album Me Against The World, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп