Chords for 2pac - Old School (Cookin' Soul Remix)

What more can I say?
I wouldn't be here today _ _ _ _ _ _ _ if the old school didn't pave the [Bb] way.
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[Bb] What more can I say?
[Fm] I wouldn't be here [C] today if the old school didn't pave the way.
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[Bb] _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Gb] _ _ [Bb] _
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[Bb] _ I can't explain [Fm] how it was, when Jeannie [Gb] had me puffin' on that Buddha gettin' [Bb] burst.
But still I burst, them block parties [G] and the projects and on my [Gbm] block.
The G-Q won't stop sippin' [Bb] on that pop shot.
The Q-Mustard, the [F] Queen Latifah, and the C [Gb]-Lite.
Listen, the G-Q, the KRS, the K-R [Bb]-Nite.
With Tilly Rock [F] and Matt John, and Sister [Eb] Sonic.
Remember, it was the hard way, just [Bbm] like the old school.
[Fm] _ _ [Db] _ _ _
[Bbm] What more can I [Fm] say?
I wouldn't be here [Db] _ _ [Eb] _
_ [Bb] _ _ [Fm] _ [Gb] today [Db] if the old school [Bb] didn't pave the way.
I _ [Fm] _ _ [Gb] _ [Bbm] _ _
[Bb] had shell [F] toes and BB-T.
A pillow crease to slap my knees [Bb] when I hit the streets.
I'm playin' Sally Ring, [Fm] Olivia, or Catch A Kiss.
[Gb] Before the homies in my [Bb] hood learn to smack a bitch.
I remember, way [F] back, the week three days.
[Gb] Had too many [Bb] seeds in the tray bag.
I'm on the train headin' [F] uptown, [Gb] freestylin' with some wild kids from [Eb] uptown.
Pro [F]-stylin' just to hoop, people [Fm] starin', takin' what a nigga [B] swearin'.
[Bbm] I'm wonderin' if that's a hit.
I remember, [Fm] streetball, Uncle Hootie's [Ab] on the wall.
I'm takin' leaps on the [Bb] steps, thinkin' up the hall.
Through my [F] childhood, wild as a beaver now.
A young nigga tryin' to stay away from like it's hell.
Me and my homies breakin' nights, tryin' to keep it true.
[B] Out on the roof, sippin' [Bbm] 90 proof.
_ _ [Fm] _ _ [Db] Ain't nothin' like the [Eb] old school.
Ain't nothin' like the old school.
[Fm] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Eb]
Ain't [Bbm] nothin' like the old school.
[Fm] Ain't nothin' like [Db] _ the [Bbm] old school.
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[Eb] _ Poppin' and [E] lockin' and Curtis Blow, the name belts.
And Scott LaRock, the Super [Bb] Hoe, back in Latin Quarter.
We're slick, [F] we're spittin' lottie-dottie.
Gamin' the Hooties at the [Eb] neighborhood block parties.
[Fm] I remember, great dance in the Melly Bell.
[Ebm] Jigglin' [F] high, LL, Wendy rock the bell.
Forget the [Fm] TV, I'd rather hit the streets and do [Ebm] graffiti.
Be careful, don't let the transit cops see me.
Ain't [Bbm] nothin' like the old school.
What more could I [Fm] say?
I wouldn't be [Db] here today if the [Eb] old school didn't kill nobody.
Ain't nothin' like the old school.
What more could I [Fm] say?
I wouldn't be [Db] here today if the [Eb] old school didn't kill [Bb] nobody.
Ain't nothin' like the old school.
[Fm] _ [Ebm] Hey, on the real though.
[Bb] Ain't nothin' like the old school.
[Fm] Hey, I was at [C] Latin Quarter, nigga.
[Bb] When Eric B.
and Rakim did I Ain't No Joke for the first [Fm] time.
Hey, remember [Db] motherfuckers used to get they gold chain snacks?
[Bbm] Remember that shit?
Remember seeing [Fm] Brooklyn go crazy up in the [Ab] motherfucker party?
[Db] Remember motherfuckers used to go, it's [Bb] Brooklyn in the house.
And [Fm] motherfuckers would lose they [Db] goddamn mind.
That's the old school [Bb] to me.
That's what I'm [Fm] sayin'.
I remember places [Gb] that [Bbm] motherfuckers were scared to say they was from [Bb] anywhere but Brooklyn.
That shit was the ball [Fm] back in the motherfuckin' [Gb] old school, nigga.
[Fm] Remember Skelly, nigga, knockin' niggas out the box, poppin' boxes?
Remember stickball?
Remember niggas used to run [Eb] their shit like that?
[Bb] Remember them block?
Remember [Eb] screamin' up at your moms from the [B] window?
The ice cream [Eb] truck?
Remember all the moth— Remember the tie and ice, D.
Joe?
Yo, remember the tie and ice?
It's the Spanish niggas comin' [Bb] down with the