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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 goIs 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!)