one, two, one two three four
nuttin like the old school
It ain't nothing like the old school
nuttin like the old school
the old school
I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's
A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets
I'm playing skelly, Ringolevio, or catch a kiss
Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a *****
I remember. way back, the weak ***** they had
Too many seeds in the trey bag
I'm on the train headin uptown
freestyling, with some wild kids from Bucktown, profiling
Cus the hoochies was starin, thinking "what them *****s wearing?"
I'm wondering if that's her hair, I remember
Stickball, humpin hoochies on the wall
Or taking leaks on the steps, stinking up the hall
Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile
A young ***** tryin to stay away from Rikers Isle
Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true
Out on the roof sipping 90 proof
ain't nuttin like the old school
ain't nuttin like the old school
ain't nuttin like the old school
ain't nuttin like the old school
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