Текст песни Old School (2Pac) с переводом

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

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

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 hell but, that didn’t last

Eric B. &Rakim was, the shit to me

I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D and Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill

Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit 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 shit, 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

A 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 bitch, 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

A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker’s Isle

Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true

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 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

Hahah… remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts

And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters

When Slick Rick was spittin La-Di-Da-Di

Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber

breakdancin to Melle Mel

Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells

Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti

Be careful don’t let the transit cops see me It ain’t nuttin like the old school!

(Grand Puba s&le repeats every bar to end)

It ain’t nuttin like the old school

Hahahah, it ain’t nuttin like the old school

Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain’t nuttin like the old school

Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?

Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?

and motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND

That’s the old school to me; that’s what I’m sayin (Su-per, Sperm)

I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say

they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb

Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga

Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?

Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?

Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?

(LL Cool J is hard as HELL…)

The ice cream truck, member all the mother…

Member the italian icey’s yo?

Yo remember the italian icey’s the spanish niggaz comin down

with the coconut icey’s and shit?

I came through the door, said it before

That was the SHIT!