What more could I say, I be here today If the old school didn't the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be today If the old school pave the way What more I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old didn't pave the way What more could I say, I be here today If the old school didn't the way
I Mr. Magic, Flash, Grandmaster Caz LL raising hell but, didn't last B. & Rakim was, the shit to me I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, Ricky D And Red was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill Had my homies on the getting ill, when shit was real Went out to steal, remember Raw, Daddy Kane De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game I can't how it was, Whodini Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause I was block parties in the projects, and on my block You diggy don't stop, sippin on that Stock Through my Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic Remember "Push It" was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old
What more could I say, I wouldn't be here If the old school pave the way What more I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school pave the way more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be today If the old didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here If the old didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here If the old didn't pave the way
I had, Toes, and BVD's A crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets I'm playing skelly, to leavey, or catch a kiss Before the homies in my hood to smack a bitch, I remember Way back, the weak weed had Too many seeds in the bag I'm on the train headin uptown, With wild kids from Bucktown, profiling the hoochies was starin, thinking, "Why them niggas swearing?" I'm if that's her hair, I remember Stickball, pump the hoochies on the Or leaks on the steps, stinking up the hall Through my childhood, wild as a A young nigga tryin to stay away from Isle Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to it true Out on the roof sipping 90 proof, nuttin like the old school
What more could I say, I wouldn't be here If the old school didn't the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be today If the old school didn't the way What could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't the way more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school pave the way What more I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be today If the old school didn't the way
Remember popping and locking to Blow, the name belts And Scott LaRock the Ho back in Latin Quarters When Slick Rick was La-Di-Da-Di the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remember Breakdancing to Mel Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Forget the TV, to hit the streets and do graffiti Be don't let the transit cops see me It nothing like the old school!
What more could I say, I wouldn't be today If the old school didn't the way What could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school pave the way What more I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here If the old school pave the way What more could I say, I be here today If the old school didn't the way What more could I say, I be here today If the old didn't pave the way