Here we go; we gonna send this one out to the old school
All these [bad word] in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island
Queens, and all the [bad word] 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 [bad word] but, that didn't last
Eric B. & Rakim was, the [bad word] to me
I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky and Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill
Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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
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 [bad word]  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
young [bad word] tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle
Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it [bad word] 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 t