Chords for 2Pac - Old School (Music Video) (HD) (Tupac Shakur)

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Here we go.
We're 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, I'm saying
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_ _ _ You have my homies on the hill getting killed when she was real
But I still remember wrong with that game when they like always put the pot holes in the game
I can't explain how it was
Who gave me that fuckin' on that food of getting birthed
The day I was, them block parties and the projects and all my blinds
You think you don't stop, sippin' on that brownie slime
You threw my finger, queen of thieva and NC light
Listen the trees of chaos, they get me through the night
But Taylor I'm the mantronic, so stop the sonic
Remember when you was the boss and
I'm like the old school _ _ _ _
I'm like the old school _ _ _
I'm like the old school
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I'm like the old school _ _ _ _
I'm like the old school
I'm like the old school _ _ _ _ _
I had cell phones and DVDs
I killed the Greeks and sacked my leads
When I hit the streets
I play a skelly ring, Olivia or catch a kiss
Before the homies in my hood learn to smack a bitch
I remember way back
The week B they had
Too many seeds in the trade bag
I'm on a train heading uptown
Freestyle and we smile kids from uptown
Rolls-Royce like a little bitch
We're sailing, take your mother nigga swearing
I'm wondering if that's a head
I remember, slick ball
Up the hoochie's on the ball
I'm taking links on the steps, sneaking up the hall
Screaming out hood while it's a juvenile
A young nigga trying to stay away from rock and style
Me and my homies breaking out, trying to kick it through
Out on the roof sipping 90 proof
We're knocking like the old school _ _ _ _ _
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Knocking like the old school
We're _ _ _ knocking like the old school _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Committee with we evil
I _ _ _ remember popping and lighting
at Curtis Bloor at the Maebel's
At Scott Laronca Superhoe back at Latin course
With Slick Rick with Slick and La-De-Da-De
Aiming no hoochie's at the neighborhood block Parties
I remember breaking ass in the melee mix
Check a little hot LL when he rock the pills forget the TV.
I got the hit the streets and do graffiti
Be careful.
Don't let the transit cops see me _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ Remember seeing go crazy up in the motherfucking party remember to go
It's Brooklyn and I and motherfuckers would lose they got their mind.
That's the old school to be
I remember going places motherfuckers were scared to say they deserve anywhere but Brooklyn.
That's it with the ball back in the motherfucking old
Oh nigga, remember skelly nigga knocking niggas in the box
Remember stick ball remember niggas used to run that shit like that.
Remember the blood screaming
On the window the ice cream remember all the memories high and icy joe yo, remember the entire life spanish niggas coming [Db] down with the _ _ _ _ _ _ _