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, you know what I'm saying? Number love for the old school, that's what we going to do, you feel me? Ain't nothing like the old school, ain't nothing like the old school After me, I flipped to see a Dougie Flynn show with Ricky G Rattler was putting in work, and Chuck G Had my homies on the hill, getting ill when *** was real When I was still remember raw, when Daddy came When Daylight Soul was putting pot holes in the game I can't explain how it was, Houdini had me puffing on that Buddha getting buzzed And still I was, them block parties and the projects And on my block, a Dickie Jones style, sipping on that Prada size Threw my skink of Queen Latifah and MC Lyfe It's in the trenches, KRS, they get me through the night But till the Rock and Madtronix, it's just a sign If you remember, Pusher was the barb, said, nothing like the old school What can I say, I wouldn't be here today, if the old school didn't pay their way What more can I say, I wouldn't be here today, if the old school didn't pay their way I had shell toes and BVDs, I kill the Greeks and sock my leads When I hit the streets, I play a skelly ring, Olivio will catch a kiss Before the homies in my hood learn to smack a bitch, I remember Way back, the weak weed they had, too many seeds in the trade bag I'm on a train heading uptown, freestyling with some wild kids from Bucketown Profiling as the hoochies were staring, picking where the niggas were wearing I'm wondering the pass of hair, I remember Stickball, hooking hoochies on the wall I take your leads on the steps, sneaking up the hall Kuma childhood, wild as a juvenile A young nigga trying to stay away from Mike Azalea Me and my homies breaking out, trying to keep it true Out on the roof, sipping 90 proof, ain't nothing like the old school What more can I say, I wouldn't be here today, if the old school didn't pay their way What more can I say, I wouldn't be here today, if the old school didn't pay their way Remember poppin' and lockin' and Curtis blowin' the name belts And Scotland rocked the Superhoe back in Latin quarters With Slick Rick was spittin' la-di-da-di Gamin' the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties I remember breakdancin' to Melly Mel Ticklin' Hot LL when he rocked the Bells Forget the TV, I'd rather hit the streets and do graffiti Be careful, don't let the transit cops see me What more can I say, I wouldn't be here today, if the old school didn't pay their way Remember seein' Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin' party Remember motherfuckers used to go, it's Brooklyn in the house And motherfuckers would lose they goddamn mind That's the old school to me, that's what I'm sayin' I remember goin' places and motherfuckers was scared to say they was from anywhere but Brooklyn That *** was the bomb back in the motherfuckin' old school, nigga Remember Skelly nigga knockin' niggas out the box poppin' boxes Remember stickball, remember niggas used to run that *** like that Remember the block, remember screamin' up at your mom from the window The ice cream truck, remember all them, remember them tie and icies, yo Yo, remember them tie and icies, the Spanish niggas comin' down with the coconut icies and *** I came through the door, said it before, that was the ***