2Pac – Old School (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)


I wouldn’t be here today if the old school didn’t pave the way" "What more could I say?
I’m playing skelly, Ringolevio, or catch a kiss
Knocking niggas out the box, popping boxes? Remember skelly nigga?
Too many seeds in the trey bag
And motherfuckers would lose they God Damn Mind!
I remember Mr. Magic, Flash, Grandmaster Caz
Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was
With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic
(LL Cool J is hard as Hell…)
Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night
I can’t explain how it was, Whodini
I’m wondering if that’s her hair, I remember
Out on the roof sipping 90 proof, ain’t nuttin like the old school
Back in the motherfucking old school nigga
I remember, breakdancing to Melle Mel

Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch
Member niggas to run that shit like that? Remember stickball?
I had, Shell Toes, and BVD’s
Remember popping and locking to Kurtis Blow, the name belts
I wouldn’t be here today if the old school didn’t pave the way" "What more could I say?
Yo, remember the Italian Ices?! ‘Member the Italian Ices, yo?
It ain’t nothing like the old school!
I wouldn’t be here today if the old school didn’t pave the way" "What more could I say?
The Spanish Niggas comin’ down with the coconut ices and shit?
I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say
[x3]
I wouldn’t be here today if the old school didn’t pave the way" "What more could I say?
Them block parties in the projects, and on my block
Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true
LL, Raising Hell, but, that didn’t last
Fresh show, with Ricky D I flip to see a Doug E.
You diggy don’t stop, sippin on that Private Stock

I remember. way back, the weak weed they had
A young nigga tryin to stay away from Rikers Isle
I wouldn’t be here today if the old school didn’t pave the way" "What more could I say?
With some wild kids from Bucktown, profiling
Stickball, humpin hoochies on the wall
Be careful don’t let the transit cops see me

And Scott LaRock the Super Ho back in Latin Quarters
Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte
Or taking leaks on the steps, stinking up the hall
"What more could I say? I wouldn’t be here today if the old school didn’t pave the way"
They was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb
I wouldn’t be here today if the old school didn’t pave the way" "What more could I say?
Forget the TV, I’d rather hit the streets and do graffiti
A killer crease inside my Lee’s when I hit the streets
Ya know what I’m saying? Nothing but love for the old school
When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di
Remember "Push It" was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school
The ice cream truck, remember all the mother–

And Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill
That’s who were going do this one for, ya feel me?
Nothin like the old school/ain’t nuttin like the old school
I came through the door, said it before
Remember Raw, with Daddy Kane?! Went out to steal.
Remember the block– ‘Member screaming up at your moms from the window?
[x3]
I wouldn’t be here today if the old school didn’t pave the way" "What more could I say?
Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells

All these motherfuckers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island
[x3]

Here we go; we gonna send this one out to the old school
That’s the old school to me; that’s what I’m sayin (Super, Sperm)
Nothin like the old school/ain’t nuttin like the old school
That was the shit!
Gaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties
Queens, and all the motherfuckers that laid it down, the foundation
Remember motherfuckers used to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?"
[x3]
Remember seeing Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfucking party?
Nothin like the old school/ain’t nuttin like the old school
Cus the hoochies was starin, thinking "what them niggas wearing?"
Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile
Had my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real
& Rakim was, the shit to me Eric B.

When De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game
Haha, on the real though
I’m on the train headin uptown, freestyling
Nothin like the old school/ain’t nuttin like the old school