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 
yaknowhatI'msayin? Nuttin but love for the old school 
That'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 Puba 

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 

"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today 
if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba 

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" --> Grand Puba 

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 Puba 

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" --> Grand Puba 

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 Puba 

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 Puba 

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 niggaz 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" --> Grand Puba 

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" --> Grand Puba 

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 Puba 

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 Puba 

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 Puba 

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 Puba 

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 
... 
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!

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