The Old School

[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]