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!
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" --
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" --
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" --
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" --
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" --
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" --
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" --
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" --
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" --
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" --
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" --
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" --
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" --
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" --
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!
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
[Too $hort]
Old school.. I'm from the old school
Old school.. I'm from the old school
I came in the door as the story goes
Looked around the room all I seen was hoes
It's like a pussy supermarket; let's go shoppin
Packed like sardines, clubs straight poppin
Fuck the V.I.P. section
I'm bout to hit the pharmacy, and get my head connected
Get me some protection
Walk around and see who I wanna have sex with
The usual - a nice high-yellow cutie
or maybe tonight, I might find a black beauty
with a big ol' booty, no doubt
We'll have a few drinks and then roll out
I can't do the "Jungle Fever"
cause it's too many black hoes here that might see ya
If I peep a white broad with some ass and lips
fine as hell - I'ma have to ask the bitch some'in
cause I might end up fuckin
I don't care what you say, I don't owe you hoes nothin
I fuck tall bitches, even fuck small bitches
Too bad I can't fuck all you bitches
It don't take players like me too long
to get bitches like you to let me take you home
I got the game from Oakland, California
I'm Short Dawg, I hope your momma warned ya
bout the old school.. do the old school
I'm from the old school.. do the old school
I'm always hustlin, always workin hard
If you tryin to get the money I'ma do my part
On the weekends, we like to celebrate
Cash checks ride away can't wait
Fuck crime - I'm bustin Too $hort rhymes
Unless it's bout millions I ain't tryin to do time
It's like everyday is Saturday
So many bitches let me have my way
You can analyze it, all you want
But I was knockin bad hoes with no teeth in the front
When I had no money and drove my momma's car
I had bad-ass bitches look like superstars
It's the game, old as it may be
it makes fine-ass hoes call me baby
I look down and think, this that fuckin shit
Seein this beautiful bitch, she just suckin my dick
Too many times in a player's wife
We always have to hear what you squares feel like
Fuck that; do what you gotta do
I see you creepin through the hood buyin prostitutes
I know I'm fuckin hoes, and gettin high
You wanna criticize me but you livin a lie
with yo' suit and tie, and yo' love for hoes
You ain't shit motherfucker and Short Dawg knows
I'm from the old school.. do the old school
Do the old school.. I'm from the old school
Don't cross the game they'll take yo' life
Respect the game and you can play all night
If you snitchin, don't get caught slippin
If you blood'n or crip'n, other niggaz set-trippin
watch yo' back, it don't take a brainiac
We got a lot of homocidal maniacs in the streets
Sometimes life is terrible
Y'all say goodbye, niggaz say be careful
Back in the day they woulda killed yo' ass
for a reason, they might even keep you breathin
Fuck your whole world up, you can't get down
Broke livin on the streets and you can't skip town
But ain't no slow deaths in the triple-oh
If you fuckin up then you get to go
Somebody gon' hold you down
so you can't get up off that cold ground
Lights flashin, and you keep passin out
You know you fucked up with your bad-ass mouth
Once upon a time they woulda knocked you out
Maybe back in ninety-nine, but not in 2000
Anybody wanna do it like the old school?
Hella niggaz at the park with no shootin
Sunday afternoon, at the park
Niggaz leanin hella hard goin by in the car
Do the old school.. do the old school
I'm from the old school.. do the old school
Old school.. do the old school
I'm from the old school..
We played it fast, we played it loud
A bit too much, a bit too proud
The only way we knew to do it right
It washed away the misery
So do you know your history
Or did you only show up for the fight
Now all my friends are heading to L’Amour
Half of them are bounced right out the door
And if we had the chance to say
Not to go another way
Here’s to the old school, didn’t matter if you looked cool
We drank some beers and broke some heads
We never gave a shit
Climbed every mountain, stormed every city
They said that this would never last
We never gave a fuck
Yeah there’s blood all over me
I caught the eye of Johnny Z
Bang your head, thrash around the pit
Who the fuck woulda thunk
They’re playing us on Eddie Trunk
Catch some air, dive, who gives a shit
And all my friends are heading to the Ritz
Bobby G, Rat Skates, DD & Blitz
And if we get the chance to play
No, we’ll never go away
Here’s to the old school, didn’t matter if you looked cool
We drank some beers and broke some heads
We never gave a shit
Climbed every mountain, stormed every city
They said that this would never last
We never gave a fuck
Here’s to the old school, didn’t matter if you looked cool
We drank some beers and broke some heads
We never gave a shit
Climbed every mountain, we stormed every city
They said that this would never last
We never gave a fuck
Here’s to the old school, didn’t matter if you looked cool
We drank some beers and broke some heads
We never gave a shit
Climbed every mountain, stormed every city
They said that this would never last
Nowadays it's just not the same
Now they're playing a different game
I love to think about the things I miss
Sometimes I just like to reminisce
Looking back - with no regret
Stay on track - I won't forget, I won't forget
Chorus:
Old school - embracing the past
Old school - only good things last
Innocence and sentiment
Are in permanent retirement
Stay on track - with no regret, I won't forget
-Chorus-
It's not that I like to live in the past
But some things just don't last
I remember how it used to be
I use the past to influence me
Looking back - with no regret
Stay on track - I won't forget, I won't forget
Calling, calling, calling...
Back to the old school, once
More, back to the old school,
Back to the old school, once
More, back to the old school.
There is changes
Of teachers,
But the subjects remain.
Back to the old school.
There is changes
Of teachers,
But the subjects remain.
Back to the old school.
Back to the old school, once
More, back to the old school,
Back to the old school, once
More, back to the old school.
Yes, my pencil
Was sharpened by a razor -
Sharp, razor sharp
Yes, my pencil
Was sharpened by a razor -
Sharp, razor sharp
Back to the old school, once
More, back to the old school,
Back to the old school, once
More, back to the old school.
I am feeling happy again,
To go back. I see a lot
Of old students.
I am feeling happy again,
To go back. I see a lot
Of old students.
Back to the old school, once
More, back to the old school,
Back to the old school, once
More, back to the old school.
Calling, calling, calling...
Back to the old school, once
More, back to the old school,
Back to the old school, once
More, back to the old school.
Yes I go back to Harry J's,
I still feel the vibes
Of Joe Gibbs.
Yes, I remember Randys, yes.
Yes I go back to Harry J's,
I still feel the vibes
Of Joe Gibbs.
Back to the old school, once
More, back to the old school,
Back to the old school, once
More, back to the old school.
The music is coming from ska,
Rocksteady, Reggae!
Back to the old school, once
More, back to the old school,
Back to the old school, once
Here's the old school, with the new school
Here's the old school, with the new school
Here's the old school, with the new school
R. Kelly play me something from the old school
R. Kelly play me something from the old school
R. Kelly play me something from the old school
R. Kelly play me something from the old school
Hey boy, won't you play for me
Right now, give me that old school beat
I wanna hear it here, groovin' all night long
I gotta let you know you got it goin' on
Play it for me
R. Kelly play me something from the old school
R. Kelly play me something from the old school
R. Kelly play me something from the old school
R. Kelly play me something from the old school
Hey boy, let me hear your song
Yeah play till the break of dawn
Keep it right here, groovin' all night
I gotta let you know that it feels so right
Play it for me
R. Kelly play me something from the old school
R. Kelly play me something from the old school
R. Kelly play me something from the old school
R. Kelly play me something from the old school
Yo, back in the days I used to listen to records
Tryin' to figure out how I could make my own records
Workin' in restaurants, bustin' on dishes
Hopin' that the man upstairs respect my wishes
Cigerette lighters, Ardig wallets, I was sellin' them
'Till I met the B H and bust down a capella to him
He said you got talent and you're goin' places
I'd heard that line before but what the heck I signed the papers
Ever since that day I drew my head high it was on
And now I'm mixing new music with the old school songs
R. Kelly play me something from the old school
R. Kelly play me something from the old school
R. Kelly play me something from the old school
Sing a song of old school I don't really care where you were or who you know sing a song of old school we don't really care what you have to say about this show the music you love lost it's meaning because these people are not aware some people talk others are listening sometimes I think I just don't care it's easy to forget the choices we've made and the promises of the past but if we really listen to these old school ideals we'll find what's good and make it last sing a song of old school everyone knows but it seems we all forget the time we needed to see these ideals for ourselves and what it meant I guess I'm on a soapbox singing a hymn that you don't want to hear no sermon when I step down and look around all I see is separation find what's good and make it last
I'm an old school punk rocker - He's a Punk Rocker!
And I can play, hay hay hay - Not One note!
'cause when we started out - Out Out Out!
You didn't have to - Not Necessary!
Non uh me lyrics rhyme - They Don't Rhyme!
'cause basically I'm illiterate - He's Illiterate
Actually I'm a bit confused - He's A Bit Confused
And my songs are a bit confusing too - What??
We are Old School - Oi Oi
Old School Old School - Oi Oi
Even if we never finished school - Oi Oi
We're still Old School - Oi Oi
We like to dress up like pirates - Pirates?
We wear funny haircuts and pins and things - Pins And Things!
Then we get drunk and stagger around - They Stagger Around!
[Deacon the Villain]
Before R. Kelly had his teens.. Wutang had their cream
Slick Rick had his rings... crack rock had it's fiends
Martin Luther had his dreams, Stevie Wonder could sing
or Elvis was king, Hip Hop was on the scene
[Kno]
Nah meeeeen, go back like Hitchcocks' hairline
Taught Fred Estaire how to pop lock in my spare time
I caught a ride on Noah's ark, cus I had a pair of Puma's
and two chickens on my arm
[Deacon the Villain]
That's true...... and when I came through
noticed Noah was first to "check 1, check 2"
[Kno]
Guess who rescued Repunzel
climbing up her gold weave, then made her braid her hair like Alicia Keys
[SOS]
Before EPMD met golddiggers fuckin for VISAs
I was the first to pimp Jezebel and Mona Lisa
and made em famous way before Eminem could flow
Even ran trizz with JFK on Marilyn Monroe...Oh
[Chorus] - scratching
"Blow the spot with some old school shit" - Rah Digga on Talib Kweli's "Down For The Count"
"I'm so old school"- Jay-Z off of "Jigga That Nigga"
"I'm old school like my dad is"- J-Ro on De La Soul's "My Writes"
"True, that's old school"- Mos Def on BlackStarr's "Very Well"
"I'll bust that old school boom bap all over this map"- Declaime on Lootpacks's "Episodes" (x2)
"From the old school I consider loyally true"
[SOS]
I'm so old school I was at the first supper serving soulfood
And Arroz con Pollo', but I bet you had no clue
That pilgrims were the first to name women after produce
And that was the first Road Rules without toll booths
Even when Adam and Eve sat by the weed tree
I told Eve, "Please don't tell him touch my weed leaves."
But after I showed him Cypress Hill, he loved fire
Then Eve left and became the first lady of Ruff Riders
[Deacon the Villain]
Had a horse carraige, sittin' on dubs, coastin'
Smacked the thouroughbred in the ass and hit the 3-wheel motion
Since a Frank and Jesse James shoot-out in the street
Had a scoundrel c-walkin', shootin' bullets at his feet
[Kno]
I had Michalangelo put down the horsehair brushes
Started doing end to end burners on buses
Trust this, put King Midas' touch to use
He grabbed my bead necklace now I'm rockin truck jewels
[Deacon the Villain]
When lightin' struck Ben Frank's kite and sent currents through
He was the first to electric boogaloo
The wop, robot and helicopter on the pavement
And in amazement, he was even Harlem-Shakin'
[Chorus] - scratching
"Blow the spot with some old school shit" - Rah Digga on Talib Kweli's "Down For The Count"
"I'm so old school"- Jay-Z off of "Jigga That Nigga"
"I'm old school like my dad is"- J-Ro on De La Soul's "My Writes"
"True, that's old school"- Mos Def on BlackStarr's "Very Well"
"I'll bust that old school boom bap all over this map"- Declaime on Lootpacks's "Episodes" (x2)
"From the old school I consider loyally true"- Big Pun off of "You Came Up"
[Deacon the Villain]
Transylvania was flossed out... but the facts have changed
Like, me selling Dracula some platinum caps for his fangs
Throwing daisy dukes upon that Mary Magdeline dame
And she ran game, tricked me up out my platinum chain
[SOS]
I had American Indians sending smoke signals with hydro
Giving villages contact matching blunts with Tonto
Spellin S.O.S. with my eyes closed
Even battled Henry the Eighth with my rhyme flow
and made his wives my hoes
[Kno]
I told Jesus that GZA said sandles were feminine
So he copped some shelltoes and suede Timberlands
Remember when KRS ripped Shan? Do ya homework
That was Amadeus playing the Bridge Is Over
[SOS]
Moses parted two tables with a mixer and played great
With his DJ crates. Before him, we played tapes
I sipped fine wine with Einstein back in the days
M. C. Square was his stage name and he rocked gray braids
[Deacon the Villain]
That was before we could sit and play, Kid N Play
Or Nefertiti rocked the first flat-top fade
but anyway... flip through ya history books
you'll see about a thousand pictures of these infamous crooks
Cunninlynguists!!
[scratching]
"Old School"
Don't believe everything happiness says
Nothing feels better than hiding these days
We bury our fears in the drinks, in these tears
For the days we believed we could fly
Call up your brothers and sisters and friends
We'll go back to the place where the night never ends
We'll remember the fires, the burning car tires
Boy, how in the hell did we get here?
So why don't you meet me down behind the old school?
We'll waste away the weekend with perfect regard for how
Cavalier we used to be, that beautiful insanity
The apathy's surrounding me
Don't close your eyes or we'll fade away
Over and over and over again
We sat down for a minute grew up into men
Now we're putting out fires and changing car tires
Man, how in hell did we get here?
So why don't you meet me down behind the old school?
We'll waste away the weekend with perfect regard for how
Cavalier we used to be, that beautiful insanity
The apathy's surrounding me
Don't close your eyes or we'll fade away this time
And we'll never get back what we gave away
When we still have that fire in our eyes
Don't believe everything happiness says
Nothings as real as our old reckless ways
When we drink by the fires, the burning car tires
Bad girls and good liars, the dreams we'd conspire
The days we went crazy, the nights wild and hazy
Man, how in the hell did we get here?
So why don't you meet me down behind the old school?
We'll waste away the weekend with perfect regard for how
Cavalier we used to be, that beautiful insanity
The apathy's surrounding me
Don't close your eyes or we'll fade away
Why don't you meet me down behind the old school?
We'll waste away the weekend with perfect regard for how
Cavalier we used to be, that beautiful insanity
The apathy's surrounding me
I got this old school, the color of soul food
Candied Yam racing strips, pipes potato white
Cornbread interior trimmed in collard greens
Air freshner smell like chicken and pork and beans
I got this old school, the color of soul food
Candied Yam racing strips, pipes potato white
Cornbread interior trimmed in collard greens
Air freshner smell like chicken and pork and beans
I work the grave yard shift cause I'm dead on my feet ya'll
really want to quit but the kids got to eat ya'll
See money can't buy you power
but it can pay the water bill on time so them kids can take a shower
And I swear to GOD, if they keep on raising these gas prices
I'mma sell this Chevy and go buy me a bike
I'm a King, but my crown in a lay-way
And I'm just a day away from giving up.
I got this old school, the color of soul food
Candied Yam racing strips, pipes potato white
Cornbread interior trimmed in collard greens
Air freshner smell like chicken and pork and beans
See I got this old school, the color of soul food
Candied Yam racing strips, pipes potato white
Cornbread interior trimmed in collard greens
Air freshner smell like chicken and pork and beans
Credit card company called said my bill is overdue
Told them I couldn't afford to pay them and rent too
They told me they were gonna sue me
I said if you didn't want me to use it then you shouldn't have gave it to me.
And what's up with these people blowing up buildings
And nothing really gangsta about blowing up children
Would cry, but my eyes in a lay way and I just a day away from giving up.
See I got this old school, the color of soul food
Candied Yam racing strips, pipes potato white
Cornbread interior trimmed in collard greens
Air freshner smell like chicken and pork and beans
See I got this old school, the color of soul food
Candied Yam racing strips, pipes potato white
Cornbread interior trimmed in collard greens
Air freshner smell like chicken and pork and beans
Foreign places, court cases
Seems they always on my line
I don't trip, I just dip
Pop the top on my 69
Fleetwood, Cadillac
mirror with my Boys on back
Chandelier so superior
Louis Vitton, oatmeal interior
Bossy Boss, mink seats, what it cost
Speak yo peace, can't you see ain't no big deal
have a seat lil homie and enjoy your meal
Close the door and don't drop crumbs on my flo'
Here we go, soul food, so cool, and i got this.....
I got this old school, the color of soul food
Candied Yam racing strips, pipes potato white
Cornbread interior trimmed in collard greens
Air freshner smell like chicken and pork and beans
See I got this old school, the color of soul food
Candied Yam racing strips, pipes potato white
Cornbread interior trimmed in collard greens
Air freshner smell like chicken and pork and beans
Lyfe, Big Snoop, Soul Food, oh I got this greenery cause
we need some vegetables too, gotta have you vegetables
that's what it is old school, soul food
Where do I go to with all my intention
Tell me a story of love so devine
Hard to betray all my needs all my pleasures
They'll certainly keep things more than alive
Oh the innocent years in love and devotion
The delicacy of a motion in life
All I can state in the search for my treasure
Was hoping to keep all my secrets alive
Weather new friendships
Watch them fall again
Arise from the glory
And colour the sky
Where would I be without my life's reunion
Give me the morning for I will survive
Hard to betray all my needs all my treasures
Listen:
This is my special moment to shine in the spotlight,
A pretty young thing right here to rock the mic.
Rock the mic,
Like I know you do it, right? (Yeah!)
Rock the mic like you do it all night!
Well come on party people with the ha-ha-hoo!
We're breakin' bum, shaking beats for your boog-a-loo.
We gonna shock your mind with this new d¨¦j¨¤-vu
And guess what Ruth Buzzie?
We love you!
You see the bran clown taking you down,
No frown.
I got the foxy ¨¹ber ladies from the underground.
Said you used to be lost,
But now I'll be found;
Like the Puerto Rican passion on the Brooklyn bound.
Going uptown, midtown, downtown,
Bran Van say:
Verb to the noun.
This is my special moment to shine in the spotlight,
A pretty young thing right here to rock the mic.
Rock the mic,
Like I know you do it, right? (Right!)
Rock the mic like you do it all night!
With the old school, new school, c'mon,
Bob your head to the mid-school.
With the old school, new school, c'mon,
Bob your head to the mid-school.
Old school, new school, even in-between school,
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school?
Old school, new school, even in-between school,
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school?
";I don't know about touching the mic tonight; the club's really packed.";
";It's okay, touch the mic.";
";Sure?";
";Yeah, touch it.";
Come a little closer,
Try to touch it with desire.
This man's on a mission to set this mic on fire.
Like a fish on a hook,
Bird on a wire.
Let me stand before the truth,
Girl fire,
'Cause:
Cupid had an arrow
For the pharaoh,
So he shot.
Made me want it how i want it,
But this fire's damn hot.
Too hot to hold,
Too damn good to fold,
I gotta tell you how I tell you so the truth be told,
For the:
Old school, new school, c'mon,
Bob your head to the mid-school.
It's the old school, new school, c'mon,
Bob your head to the mid-school.
Old school, new school, even in-between school,
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school?
Old school, new school, even in-between school,
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school?
My Cartesian quotient of my calibration,
Got us qualified for this deviation.
As I lose myself in you,
Yes I lose myself in you.
It's my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
It's my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
(I lose myself in you.)
It's my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
It's my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
(My moment to shine)
Your time with me is up.
It's my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
It's my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
It's my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
It's my ... rock the mic;
Rock the mic.
You can imagine how I felt when I heard the news
They said I can't rap and sing but I had to choose WHAT?
I just looked at 'em and started laughin'
I don't think you understand just call me Bo Jackson
If Deion could play two sports at the same time
I'm pretty sure that I can sing and can rhyme
I'm quite confident in my competence
I'm not too concerned with your compliments
If I gotta work twice as hard then so be it
But I'm gonna make this happen whether you believe it or not
These jokers can't even see what I got
The type of killer combo that will make you breathe and stop
Still critics wanna doubt my skill
Stare me down sizin' me up like a value meal
I'm tested and approved dog, value's real
And still I save my best moves like Zoolander saved blue steel
So tired of trying to please everyone, a million different opinions
I'm just going to be myself whether they like it or not, I'm giving it all that I got
They said keep on doin' what you do B
And maybe one day you'll end up in the movies
Maybe I can play Shaggy in Scooby Doo 3 and co-star with Angelina Julie
Oops I meant Jolie okee-dokee
I didn't come just to mess around and make jokes see
I got a mission an agenda and an antidote peep
A contradiction to the message of Oprah Winfrey
Oops, did I just say that out loud? Well there you go now it's out
I won't be in her magazine or on her t.v. show now
But I refused to be duped into believin'
The truth is whatever you choose to believe in
Oh boy here come the protesters
Get out your helmets and your bullet proof vests 'cause
They're comin' for you if you rock the boat
But I'm gonna go against the flow of the status quo 'cause I'm
You can't put me in a box or put me in a genre
I'm gonna work it out like my name was Jane Fonda
I came from the same city as Jeffrey Dahmer
That don't make me crazy you can ask my momma
She raised me to behave and not to 'cause drama
Sorry for this one I had to let 'em have it
The flow's still automatic I told you I'm back at oh
Just call me O.J. I had to take a stab at it
Woa! There's some tongue in cheek
Want beats here you go I make one a week
Put some hot sauce on the top be careful they're spicy
Plus I'm nice with the mic see they like it like Mikey
More flavorful than Hi-C cooler than Icees
Was born two weeks early or I would have been a Pisces
Couldn't have been said more precisely
Better book me now before I get to pricey
I know you are entitled to your own opinion
But that don't mean that you now how to run my business
I can remember us cruising through town
In your daddy's car with the top pulled down
Looking so cool
We came from different sides of the track
But we still held hands out back of the old school
We spent all our time together
Laughing and having fun
We swore that we'd love forever
'Cause that was the way things were done
At the old school
We both made it to our graduation
You chose a college
I chose a vocation driving eighteen wheels
I became a part of your past
You went and married some guy in your class
He was a big deal
Your picture was in all the papers
You made such a lovely bride
They said you were going places
But me I just went for a ride
Down by the old school
I got married to a sweet young girl
And kept driving for the line
Your husband made his mark on the world
Then he left you behind
In the big house
With the swimming pool
Now you drive your kids
Down to the old school
Now here we are at the reunion of the class
You ask my wife if we could have one dance
For the old times
We slow danced across the old gym floor
You whispered it could be just like before
Call me sometime
You asked if I understand you
"Well, yes I'm afraid to do"
You say everybody does it
Well, I don't care if they do
I'm from the old school
I'm from the old school
Where hearts stay true
I'm from the old school
You can imagine how I felt when I heard the news
They said I can't rap and sing but I had to choose WHAT??
I just looked at 'em and started laughin'
I don't think you understand just call me Bo Jackson
If Deion could play two sports at the same time
I'm pretty sure that I can sing and can rhyme
I'm quite confident in my competence
I'm not too concerned with your compliments
If I gotta work twice as hard then so be it
But I'm gonna make this happen whether you believe it or not
These jokers can't even see what I got
The type of killer combo that will make you breathe and stop
Still critics wanna doubt my skill
Stare me down sizin' me up like a value meal
I'm tested and approved dog, value's real
And still I save my best moves like Zoolander saved blue steel
So tired of trying to please everyone, a million different opinions
I'm just going to be myself whether they like it or not, I'm giving it all that I got
They said keep on doin' what you do B
And maybe one day you'll end up in the movies
Maybe I can play Shaggy in Scooby Doo 3 and co-star with Angelina Julie
Oops I meant Jolie okee-dokee
I didn't come just to mess around and make jokes see
I got a mission an agenda and an antidote peep
A contradiction to the message of Oprah Winfrey
Oops, did I just say that out loud? Well there you go now it's out
I won't be in her magazine or on her t.v. show now
But I refused to be duped into believin'
The truth is whatever you choose to believe in
Oh boy here come the protesters
Get out your helmets and your bullet proof vests 'cause
They're comin' for you if you rock the boat
But I'm gonna go against the flow of the status quo 'cause I'm
You can't put me in a box or put me in a genre
I'm gonna work it out like my name was Jane Fonda
I came from the same city as Jeffrey Dahmer
That don't make me crazy you can ask my momma
She raised me to behave and not to 'cause drama
Sorry for this one I had to let 'em have it
The flow's still automatic I told you I'm back at oh
Just call me O.J. I had to take a stab at it
Woa! There's some tongue in cheek
Want beats here you go I make one a week
Put some hot sauce on the top be careful they're spicy
Plus I'm nice with the mic see they like it like Mikey
More flavorful than Hi-C cooler than Icees
Was born two weeks early or I would have been a Pisces
Couldn't have been said more precisely
Better book me now before I get to pricey
I know you are entitled to your own opinion
But that don't mean that you now how to run my business
[Chorus:]
I Just Wanna Reminisce On How Good God's Been To Me
From Back In The Daytil Up To Today
And I Will Never Forget
Thank God For The New
But We Can't Forget The Old School [x2]
[Verse 1:]
Remember Testimony Service Limit It To Five Minutes Please
But There Was Always That Sister
Who Didn't Know How To Take A Seat
Remember A And B Selections
And Those Tambourines
And That Old Mother In The Corner
Who Was Always So Mean
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Remember Ypww
And No Church Nursery
Couldn't Hear The Preacher Preaching
Because All Of The Babies Screaming
Remember All Night Prayer And Fast All Day
And If You Didn't Tarry Then You Wasn't Saved
Remember Dressing Up On Easter
Remember Your Sunday School Teacher
Remember Vacation Bible School
Remember Those Three Piece Hot Polyester Suits
And Mama Said Sit On The Front Row
With Your Pretty Pink Dress And Pink Hairbows
If Your Nails Were Red You Were Jezebel
And If You Wore Pants You Were Going To Hell
And If You Had An Anklet You're A Prostitute
And You Know I'm Telling The Truth
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
[Remember The Washboards That You Played With A Hanger
The Bass Drum And Devotional Service With One Singer
Remember The Wooden Communion Table That You Could Not Touch
Remember When Wearing Makeup Was Unheard Of
Rememver The Children's Chior But Nobody Ni It Was Saved
And You Got Your Butt Tore Up If You Misbehaved
Remember Songs Like "Shine" And "Still Holding On"
Those Are Some Good Ole Memories
I Could Go On And On