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• Artiste: Amuru Shakur
• Titre: Old School
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<script type="text/javascript"> $(document).ready(function(e) { $(".protected").disableSelection(); }); </script>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 Ya know what I'm saying? Nothing but love for the old school That's who we gonna do this one for, ya feel me? [Repeat: x3] "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" Nothing like the old school Ain't nothing like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" 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 putting in work, with Chuck Chill Had my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane When De La Soul was putting Potholes in the game I can't explain how it was, Whodini Had me puffin on that Buddha getting buzzed, cause there I was Them block parties in the projects, and on my block You diggi don't stop, sipping 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, nothing 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 nothing 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 nothing like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" Yeah, it ain't nothing like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" Nothing 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 nothing like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets I'm playing 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 heading uptown, free styling With some wild kids from Bucktown, profiling Cause the hoochies was staring, thinking, "Why them niggas swearing?" I'm wondering if that's her hair, I remember Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall Or taking leaks on the steps, stinking up the hall Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile A young nigga trying to stay away from Riker's Isle Me and my homies breaking nights, trying to keep it true Out on the roof sipping 90 proof, ain't noting like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" Yeah, that's right, it ain't nothing 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" Nothing like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" Nothing 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 nothing like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" Remember popping and locking to Kurtis Blow, the name belts And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters When Slick Rick was spitting La-Di-Da-Di Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remember Break dancin' 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 nothin' like the old school! (It ain't nothing like the old school) (It ain't nothing like the old school) Hey, on the real though, ain't nothing like the old school Remember seeing Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfucking party? Member how fuckers used to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?" And motherfuckers would lose they goddamn mind That's the old school to me; that's what I'm saying (Su-per, Sperm) I remember going places that motherfuckers was scared to say They was from anywhere but Brooklyn, that shit was the bomb Back in the motherfucking old school nigga Remember skelly nigga? Knocking niggas out the box, poppin' boxes? Member stick ball? Member niggas to run that shit like that? Member the block members screaming 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 niggas coming down With the coconut icey's and shit? I came through the door, said it before That was the shit!<br/>---<br/>"Old School" as written by John M. Buchanan Jr., Donald Jerome Tillery, Maxwell Dixon, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Carsten Schack<br/>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing<br/>Lyrics powerd by <a href="http://www.lyricfind.com/" target="_NEW" style="text-decoration: none;">LyricFind</a><br/>