The Old School

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Seagram] 1983 was when I stepped in the game Back then it was only about twelve known gangs And I could name them all, nigga on the real 6-9, Stone City, 11-5, 23rd, Sunnyside and Brook- Field, can't forget the High Street Bank Boys 8-5, Plymouth Rock, Seminary making much noise Acorns, Bushrod, putting in work These are real O-G turfs straight from the dirt Shit done changed, it's 1994 And niggas claimin' shit that I never heard of before New booty niggas from these unknown places Ain't from the days of World Cups and Ben Davises And derbies with your name on the back and Pirate hats With a gang of stars and Falcon cars You new age hustlers, fake-ass player haters What about the days at the 4-Star Theater on a Sunday, or Foothill Square? You probably never knew it was a skatin' rink there Niggas wore they belt buckles to the back 5-0-1s saggin', twenty deep on beach cruisers going to the East Bay Dragons On a Friday, to get into the mix Niggas was too young so them E-B-Ds wasn't havin' it Fuck it, ridin' down East 1-4, smoking on a tailor finna go to Mo -jo's and you can catch hoes throwing blows from every angle That East Side Killa crew and them 6-9 Angels The days of the real livin' by the rules Just a little somethin' for my peoples from the old school [Chorus: Gangsta P] This is for my old school niggas Playin' by the rules, perpetrators never equal to a real nigga I got my homie back and he got mine But the days of wayback have passed with time [Verse 2: Seagram] Well, as the world turns Niggas went from french braids and plaits to wearing perms And even jheri curls, some wore shags, Louisville Forestville, niggas pants still on sag Closed down Foothill, too much shit was startin' Opened up another one called the Roller Garden And you could catch niggas parked in Winchell's Listening to Special Request by $hort on "Friends" instrumental And when the week was over niggas wanna race All the way down East 14th all the way to 98th Hit the gas, hit the brake, niggas couldn't fuck with mine Seven-trey Chevrolet, three-way six by nines Pull up in A-M P-M, and let the music kick Fools chillin' with they homies, or gettin' at a bitch And if your bitch as there, oh no, you couldn't find her Motherfuckers hanging out from Big O Tires to Doggie Diner Just a reminder for those who forgot Cause now the Roller Garden is the Bayfair parking lot But it don't stop, still got the Lucky Lion Up and down 73rd you could catch niggas riding on At Denny's, or A-M P-M, friend Niggas dippin' so hard, fuckin' up they front ends 6-5 'Stangs and them 6-8 Cougs and them 7-3 Chevs Riding on Trues and Vogues And hoes, from corner to corner, lookin' raw Crack hit the scene in '84 was comin' from Panama Funktown, 7-7, 7-Deuce and Greenside Hit the map now it's on like that And fools went from Trues to Daytons And from 6 by 9s to fifteens that got the whole town shakin' A nigga started having cabbage from slangin' D Started dressin' lavish, went from Melrose to Mr. Z's And from [?] to [?] and from Vogues to low pros From hoodrats to Skyline hoes And ain't no Crips and Bloods in Oakland Fool that's the rules just the niggas from the old school [Chorus: Gangsta P] This is for my old school niggas Playin' by the rules, perpetrators never equal to a real nigga I got my homie back and he got mine But the days of wayback have passed with time