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 gonna do this one for, you feel me? Ain't nothin' like the old school, ain't nothin' like the old school I remember Mr. Magic Flash, well that's the cast, L.L. Raise an L, but at it, it lasts, everything I'm rockin' was The shit to me, I flipped to see a Dougie Flash show With Ricky G, Rattler was puttin' in work And Chuck Chill had my homies on the hill Gettin' ill, when shit was real, when I was still Remember Raw, when Daddy came, when De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game I can't explain how it buzzed, Houdini had me puffin' on that Buddha, gettin' buzzed It's still a buzz, them block parties and the pride textin' on my block The dick, it don't stop, sippin' on that potty sock Through my speaker, Queen Latifah, and MC Lyfe Listen to Trent TK, R.S. to get me through the night With Taylor Rock and Mad John, next to Step to Sonic Remember, pressure was the bomb, said, nothing like the old school Ain't nothin' like the old school, ain't nothin' like the old school Ain't nothin' like the old school, ain't nothin' like the old school I had shell toes and BVDs, I'd kill a priest to sop my leaves When I hit the streets, I'd play a skelly ring, Olivio would 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 trade bag, I'm on the train headin' uptown Freestylin' with some wild kids from Booktown Profilin' as the hoochie was starin', checkin' what a nigga's wearin' I'm wonderin' the past ahead, I remember, stickball Humpin' hoochies on the wall, I'd take ya ladies on the step, stickin' up the hall Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile A young nigga tryin' to stay away from Rikers, Al Me and my homies breakin' ice, tryin' to keep it true Out on the roof sippin' 90 proof, ain't nothin' like the old school I wouldn't be where I'm today if the old school didn't pay me to be Remember poppin' and lockin' at Curtis Blow, the name belts In 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, ain't nothin' like the old school I wouldn't be where I'm today if the old school didn't pay me to be Ain't nothin' like the old school Ain't nothin' like the old school Ain't nothin' like the old school Remember seein' Brooklyn go crazy up at the motherfuckin' party Men motherfucka need to go, it's Brooklyn in the House And motherfuckas would lose they goddamn mind That's the old school to me, that's what I'm sayin' I remember goin' places and motherfuckas would scare to say they was from anywhere but Brooklyn That shit was the boom 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 shit like that? Remember the block? Remember screamin' up at your momma from the window? The ice cream truck? Remember all the m- Remember the tie and icies, yo? Yo, remember the tie and icies, the Spanish niggas comin' down with the coconut icies and shit?