Here we go we gonna send this one out to da ol school

All these motherfuckas in the Bronx and Brooklyn, Staten Island,

Queens and all the motherfuckas 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 Cash, Grand Master Flash, 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 Cain, 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

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,

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 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' 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

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 T.V 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 Motherfuckas

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