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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
(repeat 3X)

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 sample 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!

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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!)

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This is my special moment to shine in the spotlight,
A pretty young thing right here to rock the mic.
Rock the mic,
Like I know you do it, right? (Yeah!)
Rock the mic like you do it all night!

Well come on party people with the ha-ha-hoo!
We’re breakin’ bum, shaking beats for your boog-a-loo.
We gonna shock your mind with this new déjà-vu
And guess what Ruth Buzzie?
We love you!
You see the bran clown taking you down,
No frown.
I got the foxy über ladies from the underground.
Said you used to be lost,
But now I’ll be found;
Like the Puerto Rican passion on the Brooklyn bound.
Going uptown, midtown, downtown,
Bran Van say:
Verb to the noun.

This is my special moment to shine in the spotlight,
A pretty young thing right here to rock the mic.
Rock the mic,
Like I know you do it, right? (Right!)
Rock the mic like you do it all night!

With the old school, new school, c’mon,
Bob your head to the mid-school.
With the old school, new school, c’mon,
Bob your head to the mid-school.
Old school, new school, even in-between school,
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school?
Old school, new school, even in-between school,
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school?

‘I don’t know about touching the mic tonight; the club’s really packed.’
‘It’s okay, touch the mic.’
‘Sure?’
‘Yeah, touch it.’

Come a little closer,
Try to touch it with desire.
This man’s on a mission to set this mic on fire.
Like a fish on a hook,
Bird on a wire.
Let me stand before the truth,
Girl fire,
‘Cause:
Cupid had an arrow
For the pharaoh,
So he shot.
Made me want it how i want it,
But this fire’s damn hot.
Too hot to hold,
Too damn good to fold,
I gotta tell you how I tell you so the truth be told,
For the:

Old school, new school, c’mon,
Bob your head to the mid-school.
It’s the old school, new school, c’mon,
Bob your head to the mid-school.
Old school, new school, even in-between school,
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school?
Old school, new school, even in-between school,
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school?

My Cartesian quotient of my calibration,
Got us qualified for this deviation.
As I lose myself in you,
Yes I lose myself in you.

It’s my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
It’s my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.

(I lose myself in you.)

It’s my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
It’s my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.

(My moment to shine)
Your time with me is up.

It’s my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
It’s my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
It’s my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
It’s my … rock the mic;
Rock the mic.

Old School (Letra)

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