ORIGINAL SONGTEXTE
[Intro: 2Pac]
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
Ya know what I'm saying? Nothing but love for the old school
That's who were going do this one for, ya feel me?
[Chorus: Grand Puba]
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I remember Mr. Magic, Flash, Grandmaster Caz
LL, Raising 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 getting ill, when shit was real
When I could still 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
It diggy don't stop, sippin' on that Private Stock
And 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
[Chorus: Grand Puba & (2Pac)]
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
(Nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
(Nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
(It ain't nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
(Nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
(Nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
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 bitch
I remember. way back, the weak weed they had
Too many seeds in the trey bag
I'm on the train headin uptown, freestyling
With some wild kids from Bucktown, profiling
'Cause the hoochies was starin'
Checking what a nigga's wearin'
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 nigga 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
[Chorus: Grand Puba]
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
(Nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
(Ain't nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
(Nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
[Collision: 2Pac]
Ay, Rich ain't nothin' like the muh'fuckin' old school, nigga
And I know you kinda like reminiscin' when I just freak it to you like that
So why don't you flip that shit for these muh'fuckas to like, you know
Really just let them see how you pick to the old school
'Cause it ain't the same for every muh'fucka, you feel me?
So, uh, take us back, nigga
[Verse 3: Richie Rich]
Polyurethane busta, cracked in half
You claim you foldin' bank, but I know your bank stank
I lived around the corner, I've seen you fully smoked
Must I say some mo'? You weighed a buck-O-fo'
And sold your TV for a bump 'cause it was way too late
Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight
You's a baller, lying to them youngstas quick
Got them thinkin' you sick and representin' your clique
[Verse 4: 2Pac]
Remember popping and locking to Kurtis Blow, the name belts
And Scott LaRock the Super Ho back in Latin Quarters
When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di
Gaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties
I remember, breakdancing to Melle Mel
Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells
Forget the TV, I'd rather hit the streets and do graffiti
Be careful, don't let the transit cops see me
Ain't nothing like the old school
[Chorus: Grand Puba]
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
(It ain't nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
(It ain't nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
(Hey, on the real though, ain't nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
[Outro: 2Pac]
Ay, I was at Latin Quarters, nigga
When Eric B. & Rakim did "I Ain't No Joke" for the first time
Ay, 'member muh'fuckas used to get their gold chain snatched?
Remember that shit?
Remember seeing Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfucking party?
Remember motherfuckers used to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?"
And motherfuckers would lose they goddamn mind!
That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin'
I remember goin' places that motherfuckers was scared to say
They was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb
Back in the motherfucking old school, nigga
Remember skelly, nigga? Knocking niggas out the box, popping boxes?
Remember stickball? Member niggas to run that shit like that?
Remember the block-- 'Member screaming up at your moms from the window?
The ice cream truck, remember all the mother--
'Member the Italian Ices, yo? Yo, remember the Italian Ices?!
The Spanish niggas comin' down with the coconut ices and shit?
ÜBERSETZUNG
(Intro: 2Pac)
Jetzt geht's los; wir schicken das an die alte Schule raus
All diese Motherfucker in der Bronx, in Brooklyn und Staten Island
Queens, und all die Motherfucker, die das Fundament gelegt haben.
Wisst ihr, was ich meine? Nichts als Liebe für die alte Schule.
Für die machen wir das hier, verstehst du mich?
(Refrain: Grand Puba)
"Was könnte ich noch sagen? Ich wär' heut' nicht hier
Wenn die alte Schule nicht den Weg geebnet hätte
"Was könnte ich noch sagen? Ich wär' heute nicht hier
~ If the old school didn't pave the way ~
"Was könnte ich noch sagen? Ich wär' heute nicht hier
~ If the old school didn't pave the way ~
"Was könnte ich noch sagen? Ich wär' heute nicht hier
~ If the old school didn't pave the way ~
"Was könnte ich noch sagen? ~ Ich wär' heute nicht hier ~
~ If the old school didn't pave the way ~
[Strophe 1: 2Pac]
Ich erinnere mich an Mr. Magic, Flash, Grandmaster Caz
LL, Raising Hell, but, that didn't last
Eric B. & Rakim waren der Hammer für mich
Ich flippe aus, um eine Doug E. Fresh-Show zu sehen, mit Ricky D
Und Red Alert legte auf, mit Chuck Chill
Meine Kumpels auf dem Hügel wurden krank, als die Scheiße noch echt war
Als ich mich noch an Raw erinnern konnte, mit Daddy Kane
Als De La Soul Schlaglöcher ins Spiel brachten
Ich kann nicht erklären, wie es war
Als ich bei Wodini an der Buddha paffte und mich zudröhnte
Denn da war ich
Them block parties in the projects and on my block
It diggy don't stop, sippin' on that Private Stock
And through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte
Höre Treach, KRS, um mich durch die Nacht zu bringen
Mit T La Rock und Mantronix, zu Stetsasonic
Remember "Push It" was the bomb shit, nuttin' like the old school
(Refrain: Grand Puba & (2Pac))
"What more could I say? Ich würde heute nicht hier sein
~ If the old school didn't pave the way ~
(Nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
~ If the old school didn't pave the way ~
(Nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
~ If the old school didn't pave the way ~
(It ain't nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
~ If the old school didn't pave the way ~
(Nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
~ If the old school didn't pave the way ~
(Nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
~ If the old school didn't pave the way ~
[Strophe 2: 2Pac]
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
Bevor die Homies in meinem Viertel lernten, eine Schlampe zu schlagen
Ich erinnere mich noch gut an das schwache Gras, das sie hatten.
Zu viele Samen in der Trey-Tüte
Ich sitze im Zug, fahre nach Uptown, freestyling
Mit ein paar wilden Kids aus Bucktown, die Profile erstellen.
Denn die Schnapsdrosseln haben geglotzt
Checking what a nigga's wearin'
Ich frage mich, ob das ihre Haare sind, ich erinnere mich
Stickball, mit den Nutten an der Wand
Oder auf der Treppe gepinkelt und den Flur vollgestunken
Durch meine Kindheit, wild wie ein Jugendlicher
Ein junger Nigga, der versuchte, von Rikers Isle fernzubleiben
Ich und meine Kumpels brechen die Nächte durch, versuchen, es wahr zu machen
Draußen auf dem Dach schlürfen wir 90 Proof, es ist nicht wie in der alten Schule
(Refrain: Grand Puba)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
~ If the old school didn't pave the way ~
(Nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
~ If the old school didn't pave the way ~
(Ain't nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
~ If the old school didn't pave the way ~
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
~ If the old school didn't pave the way ~
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
Wenn die alte Schule nicht den Weg geebnet hätte"
(Nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
~ If the old school didn't pave the way ~
(Kollision: 2Pac)
(SINGT) Ay, Rich ain't nothin' like the muh'fuckin' old school, nigga
Und ich weiß, du schwelgst gern in Erinnerungen, wenn ich dich so anmache.
Also warum drehst du den Scheiß nicht für diese Muh'fuckas um, du weißt schon
Zeig ihnen doch einfach, wie du die alte Schule aufreißt.
Denn es ist nicht für jeden das Gleiche, verstehst du?
So, uh, bring uns zurück, Nigga
[Strophe 3: Richie Rich]
Polyurethan-Büste, in zwei Hälften geteilt
Du behauptest, du hättest deine Bank gefaltet, aber ich weiß, dass deine Bank stinkt
Ich wohnte um die Ecke, ich hab dich voll geraucht gesehen
Muss ich noch was sagen? Du hast einen Dollar gewogen
Und hast deinen Fernseher für 'ne Kippe verkauft, weil es viel zu spät war
Jetzt haben sie dich in den Norden geschickt und du hast zugenommen.
Du bist ein toller Typ, lügst die jungen Leute schnell an.
Lass sie denken, du wärst krank und würdest deine Clique repräsentieren
(Strophe 4: 2Pac)
Remember popping and locking to Kurtis Blow, the name belts
Und Scott LaRock, die Super-Hure, damals in den Latin Quarters
When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di
~ Gaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties ~
Ich erinnere mich, Breakdance zu Melle Mel
Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells
Vergiss den Fernseher, ich gehe lieber auf die Straße und mache Graffiti
Seid vorsichtig, lasst die Transit-Cops mich nicht sehen
Es geht nichts über die alte Schule
(Refrain: Grand Puba)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
~ If the old school didn't pave the way ~
(It ain't nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
(It ain't nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
(Hey, im Ernst, ain't nothin' like the old school)
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
(Outro: 2Pac)
Ay, ich war im Latin Quarters, Nigga
Als Eric B. & Rakim "I Ain't No Joke" zum ersten Mal spielten
Ay, 'member muh'fuckas used to get snatched their gold chain?
Erinnerst du dich an den Scheiß?
Weißt du noch, wie Brooklyn auf der Party durchdrehte?
Weißt du noch, wie die Wichser fragten: "Ist Brooklyn im Haus?"
Und die Arschlöcher drehten durch!
Das ist die alte Schule. Das meine ich.
Ich erinnere mich an Orte, an denen die Wichser Angst hatten, zu sagen.
Sie waren von überall her, nur nicht aus Brooklyn. Das war der Hammer.
Damals in der verdammten alten Schule, Nigga.
Erinnerst du dich an Skelly, Nigga? Nigger aus der Kiste zu hauen, Kisten zu knallen?
Erinnerst du dich an Stickball? Wie die Nigger den Scheiß so laufen ließen?
Erinnert ihr euch an den Block? Wie ihr eure Mütter aus dem Fenster angeschrien habt?
Der Eiswagen, erinnerst du dich an all die Mütter--
Erinnerst du dich an das italienische Eis, yo? Yo, erinnerst du dich an die Italian Ices?!
Die spanischen Nigger, die mit Kokosnusseis und so 'nem Scheiß ankamen?