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2pac - old school (og original version) lyrics
[intro: 2pac]
here we go; we gonna send this one out to the old school
all these motherf-ckers in the bronx, and brooklyn, and staten island
queens, and all the motherf-ckers that laid it down, the foundation
ya know what i’m saying? nothing but love for the old school
that’s who were going do this one for, ya feel me?
[chorus: grand puba]
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
[verse 1: 2pac]
i remember mr. magic, flash, grandmaster caz
ll, raising h-ll, but, that didn’t last
eric b. & rakim was, the sh-t 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 getting ill, when sh-t was real
when i could still 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
it diggy don’t stop, sippin’ on that private stock
and 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 sh-t, nuttin’ like the old school
[chorus: grand puba & (2pac)]
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
(nothin’ like the old school)
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
(nothin’ like the old school)
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
(it ain’t nothin’ like the old school)
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
(nothin’ like the old school)
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
(nothin’ like the old school)
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
[verse 2: 2pac]
i had, sh-ll toes, and bvd’s
a k!ller crease inside my lee’s when i hit the streets
i’m playing skelly, ringolevio, or catch a kiss
before the homies in my hood learned to smack a b-tch
i remember. way back, the weak weed they had
too many seeds in the trey bag
i’m on the train headin uptown, freestyling
with some wild kids from bucktown, profiling
’cause the hoochies was starin’
checking what a n-gga’s wearin’
i’m wondering if that’s her hair, i remember
stickball, humpin’ hoochies on the wall
or taking leaks on the steps, stinking up the hall
through my childhood, wild as a juvenile
a young n-gga tryin to stay away from rikers isle
me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true
out on the roof sipping 90 proof, ain’t nuttin like the old school
[chorus: grand puba]
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
(nothin’ like the old school)
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
(ain’t nothin’ like the old school)
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
(nothin’ like the old school)
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
[collision: 2pac]
ay, rich ain’t nothin’ like the muh’f-ckin’ old school, n-gga
and i know you kinda like reminiscin’ when i just freak it to you like that
so why don’t you flip that sh-t for these muh’f-ckas to like, you know
really just let them see how you pick to the old school
’cause it ain’t the same for every muh’f-cka, you feel me?
so, uh, take us back, n-gga
[verse 3: richie rich]
polyurethane busta, cracked in half
you claim you foldin’ bank, but i know your bank stank
i lived around the corner, i’ve seen you fully smoked
must i say some mo’? you weighed a buck-o-fo’
and sold your tv for a bump ’cause it was way too late
now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight
you’s a baller, lying to them youngstas quick
got them thinkin’ you sick and representin’ your clique
[verse 4: 2pac]
remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts
and scott larock the super ho back in latin quarters
when sl!ck rick was spittin la di da di
gaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties
i remember, breakdancing to melle mel
jekyll and hyde, ll when he rocks the bells
forget the tv, i’d rather hit the streets and do graffiti
be careful, don’t let the transit cops see me
ain’t nothing like the old school
[chorus: grand puba]
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
(it ain’t nothin’ like the old school)
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
(it ain’t nothin’ like the old school)
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
(hey, on the real though, ain’t nothin’ like the old school)
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
[outro: 2pac]
ay, i was at latin quarters, n-gga
when eric b. & rakim did “i ain’t no joke” for the first time
ay, ‘member muh’f-ckas used to get their gold chain sn-tched?
remember that sh-t?
remember seeing brooklyn go crazy up in the motherf-cking party?
remember motherf-ckers used to go, “is brooklyn in the house?”
and motherf-ckers would lose they godd-mn mind!
that’s the old school to me; that’s what i’m sayin’
i remember goin’ places that motherf-ckers was scared to say
they was from anywhere but brooklyn; that sh-t was the bomb
back in the motherf-cking old school, n-gga
remember skelly, n-gga? knocking n-ggas out the box, popping boxes?
remember stickball? member n-ggas to run that sh-t like that?
remember the block– ‘member screaming up at your moms from the window?
the ice cream truck, remember all the mother–
‘member the italian ices, yo? yo, remember the italian ices?!
the spanish n-ggas comin’ down with the coconut ices and sh-t?
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