What more I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't the way What more I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old didn't pave the way more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old didn't pave the way more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school pave the way
I Mr. Magic, Flash, Grandmaster Caz LL hell but, that didn't last B. & Rakim was, the shit to me I flip to see a Doug E. show, with Ricky D And Red was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill Had my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was Went out to steal, Raw, with Daddy Kane When De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the I can't how it was, Whodini Had me puffin on that gettin buzzed, cause there I was Them parties in the projects, and on my block You diggy don't stop, on that Private Stock my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte Listen to Treach, KRS to get me the night With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Remember "Push It" was the bomb shit, like the old school
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 here 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 What more could I say, I be here today If the old didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be today If the old school pave the way What could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school pave the way
I had, Shell Toes, and A killer crease my Lee's when I hit the streets I'm playing skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I Way back, the weed they had Too many in the trey bag I'm on the headin uptown, freestyling With some wild kids from Bucktown, Cause the hoochies was starin, thinking, "Why niggas swearing?" I'm wondering if her hair, I remember Stickball, pump the hoochies on the Or taking leaks on the steps, up the hall my childhood, wild as a juvenile A young nigga to stay away from Rikers Isle Me and my homies nights, tryin to keep it true Out on the roof sipping 90 proof, ain't nuttin the old school
What more could I say, I wouldn't be here If the old didn't pave the way What more I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old didn't 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 What more could I say, I wouldn't be here If the old didn't pave the way What more I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't the way
Remember and locking to Kurtis Blow, the name belts And Scott LaRock the Super Ho back in Latin When Slick was spittin La-Di-Da-Di Gaming the hoochies at the neighborhood parties, I remember Breakdancing to Mel and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do Be careful don't let the transit see me It nothing like the old school!
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 today If the old school didn't 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 What more could I say, I wouldn't be today If the old school pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here If the old school didn't the way