| Letras de Canciones > 2pac > Me Against The World > Old school | | Letras de Canciones de 2pac | | |
| Artista: 2pac |
| Album: Me Against The World |
| Canción: 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
yaknowhatIīmsayin? Nuttin but love for the old school
Thatīs who we gonna do this one for, ya feel me?
"What more could I say? I wouldnīt be here today
if the old school didnīt pave the way" -- [Grand Puba]
[repeat 3X]
Nothin like the old school/ainīt nuttin like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldnīt be here today
if the old school didnīt pave the way" -- [Grand Puba]
I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz
LL raisin hell but, that didnīt 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 canīt 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 donīt 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 wouldnīt be here today
if the old school didnīt pave the way" -- [Grand Puba]
Heheheh, it ainīt nuttin like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldnīt be here today
if the old school didnīt pave the way" -- [Grand Puba]
Ainīt nuttin like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldnīt be here today
if the old school didnīt pave the way" -- [Grand Puba]
Yeaheheh, it ainīt nuttin like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldnīt be here today
if the old school didnīt pave the way" -- [Grand Puba]
Nuttin like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldnīt be here today
if the old school didnīt pave the way" -- [Grand Puba]
Ainīt nuttin like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldnīt be here today
if the old school didnīt pave the way" -- [Grand Puba]
Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVDīs
A killer crease inside my Leeīs when I hit the streets
Iīm 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
Iīm on the train headin uptown, freestylin
with some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin
cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, "Why them niggaz swearin?"
Iīm wonderin if thatīs 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 Rikerīs Isle
Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true
Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ainīt nuttin like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldnīt be here today
if the old school didnīt pave the way" -- [Grand Puba]
Heheheyah, thatīs right, it ainīt nuttin like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldnīt be here today
if the old school didnīt pave the way" -- [Grand Puba]
Ainīt nuttin like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldnīt be here today
if the old school didnīt pave the way" -- [Grand Puba]
Nuttin like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldnīt be here today
if the old school didnīt pave the way" -- [Grand Puba]
Nuttin like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldnīt be here today
if the old school didnīt pave the way" -- [Grand Puba]
Ainīt nuttin like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldnīt be here today
if the old school didnīt 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 donīt let the transit cops see me
It ainīt nuttin like the old school!
[Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end]
It ainīt nuttin like the old school
Hahahah, it ainīt nuttin like the old school
Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ainīt 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
Thatīs the old school to me; thatīs what Iīm 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 iceyīs yo?
Yo remember the italian iceyīs the spanish niggaz comin down
with the coconut iceyīs and shit?
I came through the door, said it before
That was the SHIT! |
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