Testi musica canzoni

Here we go; we gonna send this one out to the old schoolAll these motherfuckers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten IslandQueens, and all the motherfuckers that laid it down, the foundationyaknowhatI'msayin? Nuttin but love for the old schoolThat'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 PubaI remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster CazLL raisin hell but, that didn't lastEric B. & Rakim was, the shit to meI flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky Dand Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck ChillHad my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was realWent out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kanewhen De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the gameI can't explain how it was, Whodinihad me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I wasThem block parties in the projects, and on my blockYou diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private StockThrough my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC LyteListen to Treach, KRS to get me through the nightWith T La Rock and Mantronix, to StetsasonicRemember "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 PubaHeheheh, 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 PubaAin'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 PubaYeaheheh, 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 PubaNuttin 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 PubaAin'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 PubaHeheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD'sA killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streetsI'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kissbefore the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I rememberway back, the weak weed they hadToo many seeds in the trey bagI'm on the train headin uptown, freestylinwith some wild kids from Bucktown, profilincause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, "Why them niggaz swearin?"I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I rememberStickball, pump the hoochies on the wallor takin leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hallThrough my childhood, wild as a juvenileA young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's IsleMe and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it trueOut 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 PubaHeheheyah, 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 PubaAin'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 PubaNuttin 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 PubaNuttin 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 PubaAin'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 PubaHahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name beltsAnd Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin QuartersWhen Slick Rick was spittin La-Di-Da-DiGamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-berbreakdancin to Melle MelJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the BellsForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffitiBe careful don't let the transit cops see meIt ain't nuttin like the old school!(Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)It ain't nuttin like the old schoolHahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old schoolHey, 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 MINDThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to saythey was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bombBack in the motherfuckin old school niggaRemember 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 downwith the coconut icey's and shit?I came through the door, said it beforeThat was the SHIT!more