Jeff Griffin - Old School lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac] Here we go; we gonna send this one out to the old school All these motherf**ers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island Queens, and all the motherf**ers 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? [Hook: Grand Puba sample] (x5) "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 Hell, but, that didn't last Eric B. & Rakim was, the sh** 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** 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 diggy 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 sh**, nuttin like the old school [Hook: Grand Puba] [Verse 2: 2Pac] I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's A k**er 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**h 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 Cus the hoochies was starin, thinking "what them n***as wearing?" 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***a 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 [Hook: Grand Puba] [Verse 3: 2Pac] Remember popping and locking to Kurtis Blow, the name belts And Scott LaRock the Super Ho back in Latin Quarters When Slick 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 It ain't nothing like the old school! [Hook: Grand Puba] [Outro: 2Pac] Haha, on the real though Remember seeing Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherf**ing party? Remember motherf**ers used to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?" And motherf**ers would lose they God Damn Mind! That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Super, Sperm) I remember goin places that motherf**ers was scared to say They was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that sh** was the bomb Back in the motherf**ing old school n***a Remember skelly n***a? Knocking n***as out the box, popping boxes? Remember stickball? Member n***as to run that sh** like that? Remember the block-- 'Member screaming up at your moms from the window? (LL Cool J is hard as Hell...) The ice cream truck, remember all the mother-- 'Member the Italian Ices, yo? Yo, remember the Italian Ices?! The Spanish n***as comin' down with the coconut ices and sh**? I came through the door, said it before That was the sh**!