Old School (cookin Soul Remix) Lyrics - 2pac

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 kno what I'msayin? Nuttin but love for the old school 

That's who we gon' 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 

(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 

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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 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 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 

You diggi don't 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 

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What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today 

if the old school didn't pave the way 

Heheheh, 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 

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 

Yeaheheh, 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 

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 

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 

Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's 

A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets 

I'm 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 

I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin' 

With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin' 

'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'? 

I'm wonderin if that's 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 Riker's Isle 

Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true 

Out 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 

Heheheyah, 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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 don't let the transit cops see me 

It ain't nuttin like the old school! 

(Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end) 

It ain't nuttin like the old school 

Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school 

Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school 

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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 

That's the old school to me; that's what I'm 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 icey's yo? 

Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down 

with the coconut icey's and shit? 

I came through the door, said it before 

That was the SHIT!