[00:00.10]one, two, one two three four
[01:32.55]nuttin like the old school
[01:37.41]It ain't nothing like the old school
[01:42.94]nuttin like the old school
[01:48.82]the old school
[01:49.64]I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's
[01:52.27]A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets
[01:54.76]I'm playing skelly, Ringolevio, or catch a kiss
[01:57.49]Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a *****
[02:00.02]I remember. way back, the weak ***** they had
[02:03.46]Too many seeds in the trey bag
[02:05.34]I'm on the train headin uptown
[02:07.50]freestyling, with some wild kids from Bucktown, profiling
[02:10.90]Cus the hoochies was starin, thinking "what them *****s wearing?"
[02:14.13]I'm wondering if that's her hair, I remember
[02:16.81]Stickball, humpin hoochies on the wall
[02:19.55]Or taking leaks on the steps, stinking up the hall
[02:22.07]Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile
[02:24.74]A young ***** tryin to stay away from Rikers Isle
[02:27.36]Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true
[02:30.10]Out on the roof sipping 90 proof
[02:32.73]ain't nuttin like the old school
[02:43.39]ain't nuttin like the old school
[02:53.99]ain't nuttin like the old school
[03:04.60]ain't nuttin like the old school