[{"id":9886811,"name":"Old School","trackName":"Old School","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Old School","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nI remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\nLL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\nEric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\nI flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\nAnd Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill\nHad my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real\nWent out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\nwhen De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game\nI can't explain how it was, Whodini\nHad me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\nThem block parties in the projects, and on my block\nYou diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\nThrough my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\nListen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\nWith T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\nRemember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nYeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\nA killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\nI'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\nBefore the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\nWay back, the weak weed they had\nToo many seeds in the trey bag\nI'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\nWith some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\nI'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\nStickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\nOr takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\nThrough my childhood, wild as a juvenile\nA young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\nMe and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\nOut on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\nAnd Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\nWhen Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\nGamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\nbreakdancin to Melle Mel\nJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\nForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\nBe careful don't let the transit cops see me\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n(Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school\nHahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\nHey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nRemember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\nMember how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\nand motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\nThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\nI remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\nthey was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\nBack in the motherfuckin old school nigga\nRemember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\nMember stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\nMember the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n(LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\nThe ice cream truck, member all the mother...\nMember the italian icey's yo?\nYo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\nwith the coconut icey's and shit?\n\nI came through the door, said it before\nThat was the SHIT!","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.32] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[00:24.63] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[00:32.57] \n[00:41.69] I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\n[00:44.28] LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\n[00:46.97] Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\n[00:49.55] I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\n[00:52.20] And Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill\n[00:55.03] Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real\n[00:58.24] Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\n[01:00.76] when De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game\n[01:03.49] I can't explain how it was, Whodini\n[01:05.79] Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\n[01:08.10] Them block parties in the projects, and on my block\n[01:11.29] You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\n[01:13.97] Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\n[01:16.74] Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\n[01:19.10] With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\n[01:22.09] Remember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school\n[01:25.33] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:27.40] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:29.86] Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:32.89] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:34.17] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:35.49] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:36.94] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:38.10] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:40.11] Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:41.99] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:42.81] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:43.82] Nuttin like the old school\n[01:46.60] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:47.43] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:48.55] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:51.80] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:53.12] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:55.62] Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\n[01:58.05] A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\n[02:00.62] I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\n[02:03.36] Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\n[02:06.60] Way back, the weak weed they had\n[02:09.39] Too many seeds in the trey bag\n[02:11.35] I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\n[02:14.08] With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n[02:16.59] 'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\n[02:20.25] I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\n[02:22.45] Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\n[02:25.34] Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\n[02:28.04] Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile\n[02:30.34] A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\n[02:33.18] Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\n[02:35.94] Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:39.21] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:40.37] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:43.73] Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:45.72] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:46.94] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:49.16] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:50.37] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:52.69] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:54.28] Nuttin like the old school\n[02:55.82] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:57.02] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:59.28] Nuttin like the old school\n[03:01.28] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:02.50] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:04.30] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:06.86] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:07.93] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:09.66] Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n[03:12.72] And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n[03:15.15] When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n[03:17.35] Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n[03:20.98] breakdancin to Melle Mel\n[03:22.57] Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n[03:25.46] Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n[03:28.07] Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n[03:30.56] It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n[03:32.22] (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n[03:36.11] It ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:37.45] Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:42.94] Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:49.18] Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n[03:53.97] \n[04:00.55] Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n[04:03.29] and motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n[04:06.42] That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n[04:09.58] I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n[04:11.83] they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n[04:14.28] Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n[04:16.05] Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n[04:19.03] Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n[04:23.07] Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n[04:26.27] (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n[04:27.75] The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n[04:28.87] Member the italian icey's yo?\n[04:30.26] Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n[04:31.65] with the coconut icey's and shit?\n[04:34.36] I came through the door, said it before\n[04:35.32] That was the SHIT!\n[04:36.43] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Old School\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Old School\n  duration_ms: 280000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What more could I say? 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Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n  start_ms: 256050\n  end_ms: 259030\n- text: Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n  start_ms: 259030\n  end_ms: 263070\n- text: Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n  start_ms: 263070\n  end_ms: 266270\n- text: (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n  start_ms: 266270\n  end_ms: 267750\n- text: The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n  start_ms: 267750\n  end_ms: 268870\n- text: Member the italian icey's yo?\n  start_ms: 268870\n  end_ms: 270260\n- text: Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n  start_ms: 270260\n  end_ms: 271650\n- text: with the coconut icey's and shit?\n  start_ms: 271650\n  end_ms: 274360\n- text: I came through the door, said it before\n  start_ms: 274360\n  end_ms: 275320\n- text: That was the SHIT!\n  start_ms: 275320\n  end_ms: 276430\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 276430\nplain: |-\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\n  LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\n  Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\n  I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\n  And Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill\n  Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real\n  Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\n  when De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game\n  I can't explain how it was, Whodini\n  Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\n  Them block parties in the projects, and on my block\n  You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\n  Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\n  Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\n  With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\n  Remember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\n  A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\n  I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\n  Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\n  Way back, the weak weed they had\n  Too many seeds in the trey bag\n  I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\n  With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n  'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\n  I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\n  Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\n  Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\n  Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile\n  A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\n  Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\n  Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n  And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n  When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n  Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n  breakdancin to Melle Mel\n  Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n  Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n  Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n  It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n  (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\n  It ain't nuttin like the old school\n  Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n  Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n  Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n  and motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n  That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n  I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n  they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n  Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n  Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n  Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n  Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n  (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n  The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n  Member the italian icey's yo?\n  Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n  with the coconut icey's and shit?\n\n  I came through the door, said it before\n  That was the SHIT!\n"},{"id":9282718,"name":"Old School","trackName":"Old School","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nI remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\nLL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\nEric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\nI flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\nAnd Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill\nHad my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real\nWent out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\nwhen De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game\nI can't explain how it was, Whodini\nHad me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\nThem block parties in the projects, and on my block\nYou diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\nThrough my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\nListen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\nWith T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\nRemember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nYeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\nA killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\nI'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\nBefore the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\nWay back, the weak weed they had\nToo many seeds in the trey bag\nI'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\nWith some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\nI'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\nStickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\nOr takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\nThrough my childhood, wild as a juvenile\nA young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\nMe and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\nOut on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\nAnd Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\nWhen Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\nGamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\nbreakdancin to Melle Mel\nJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\nForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\nBe careful don't let the transit cops see me\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n(Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school\nHahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\nHey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nRemember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\nMember how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\nand motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\nThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\nI remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\nthey was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\nBack in the motherfuckin old school nigga\nRemember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\nMember stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\nMember the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n(LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\nThe ice cream truck, member all the mother...\nMember the italian icey's yo?\nYo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\nwith the coconut icey's and shit?\n\nI came through the door, said it before\nThat was the SHIT!","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.28] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[00:12.44] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[00:18.31] I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\n[00:45.67] LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\n[00:47.72] Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\n[00:50.22] I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\n[00:52.84] And Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill\n[00:55.66] Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real\n[00:58.77] Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\n[01:01.39] when De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game\n[01:04.08] I can't explain how it was, Whodini\n[01:06.23] Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\n[01:09.32] Them block parties in the projects, and on my block\n[01:12.08] You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\n[01:14.68] Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\n[01:17.20] Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\n[01:19.80] With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\n[01:22.56] Remember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school\n[01:25.23] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:26.66] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:29.42] Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:30.75] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:33.35] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:34.68] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:36.07] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:37.56] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:40.17] Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:41.36] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:42.72] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:46.21] Nuttin like the old school\n[01:46.75] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:49.24] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:51.08] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:51.95] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:53.49] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:56.22] Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\n[01:58.88] A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\n[02:01.53] I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\n[02:04.18] Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\n[02:07.55] Way back, the weak weed they had\n[02:10.03] Too many seeds in the trey bag\n[02:12.07] I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\n[02:14.77] With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n[02:17.45] 'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\n[02:21.06] I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\n[02:24.26] Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\n[02:25.96] Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\n[02:28.76] Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile\n[02:31.13] A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\n[02:33.89] Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\n[02:36.53] Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:39.46] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:41.94] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:42.78] Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:44.73] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:46.42] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:48.84] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:50.00] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:51.48] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:54.47] Nuttin like the old school\n[02:55.22] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:56.73] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:58.22] Nuttin like the old school\n[03:00.01] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:02.29] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:04.41] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:05.83] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:07.57] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:10.15] Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n[03:13.42] And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n[03:16.02] When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n[03:18.08] Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n[03:21.79] breakdancin to Melle Mel\n[03:23.30] Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n[03:25.93] Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n[03:28.76] Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n[03:30.76] It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n[03:32.39] (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n[03:36.02] It ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:37.58] Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:44.08] Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:50.22] \n[03:57.96] Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n[04:01.03] Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n[04:03.63] and motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n[04:07.04] That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n[04:09.67] I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n[04:12.15] they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n[04:14.79] Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n[04:16.98] Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n[04:20.43] Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n[04:23.76] Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n[04:26.60] (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n[04:27.27] The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n[04:29.08] Member the italian icey's yo?\n[04:30.71] Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n[04:33.37] with the coconut icey's and shit?\n[04:34.50] I came through the door, said it before\n[04:37.25] That was the SHIT!\n[04:38.34] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Old School\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 2Pac\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What more could I say? 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I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? 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Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n  Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n  Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n  (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n  The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n  Member the italian icey's yo?\n  Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n  with the coconut icey's and shit?\n\n  I came through the door, said it before\n  That was the SHIT!\n"},{"id":9012197,"name":"Old School","trackName":"Old School","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"100% 2Pac","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nI remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\nLL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\nEric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\nI flip to see a Doug E. 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I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nYeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\nAnd Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\nWhen Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\nGamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\nbreakdancin to Melle Mel\nJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\nForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\nBe careful don't let the transit cops see me\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n(Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school\nHahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\nHey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nRemember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\nMember how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\nand motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\nThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\nI remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\nthey was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\nBack in the motherfuckin old school nigga\nRemember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\nMember stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\nMember the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n(LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\nThe ice cream truck, member all the mother...\nMember the italian icey's yo?\nYo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\nwith the coconut icey's and shit?\n\nI came through the door, said it before\nThat was the SHIT!","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.28] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[00:12.44] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[00:18.31] I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\n[00:45.67] LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\n[00:47.72] Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\n[00:50.22] I flip to see a Doug E. 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I wouldn't be here today\n[02:41.94] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:42.78] Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:44.73] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:46.42] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:48.84] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:50.00] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:51.48] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:54.47] Nuttin like the old school\n[02:55.22] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:56.73] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:58.22] Nuttin like the old school\n[03:00.01] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:02.29] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:04.41] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:05.83] What more could I say? 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Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n[04:20.43] Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n[04:23.76] Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n[04:26.60] (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n[04:27.27] The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n[04:29.08] Member the italian icey's yo?\n[04:30.71] Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n[04:33.37] with the coconut icey's and shit?\n[04:34.50] I came through the door, said it before\n[04:37.25] That was the SHIT!\n[04:38.34] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Old School\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 100% 2Pac\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What more could I say? 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I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? 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Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n  Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n  Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n  (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n  The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n  Member the italian icey's yo?\n  Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n  with the coconut icey's and shit?\n\n  I came through the door, said it before\n  That was the SHIT!\n"},{"id":19920796,"name":"Old School","trackName":"Old School","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"The 2Pac LP","duration":185.0546249,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nI remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\nLL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\nEric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\nI flip to see a Doug E. 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I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nYeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\nAnd Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\nWhen Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\nGamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\nBreakdancin to Melle Mel\nJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\nForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\nBe careful don't let the transit cops see me\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n(Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school\nHahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\nHey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nRemember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\nMember how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\nAnd motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\nThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\nI remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\nThey was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\nBack in the motherfuckin old school nigga\nRemember skelly nigga? 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I wouldn't be here today\n[01:34.52] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:38.07] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:38.91] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:39.93] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:42.92] Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:44.53] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:45.41] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:46.24] Nuttin like the old school\n[01:48.18] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:49.50] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:50.88] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:52.88] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:54.75] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:56.14] Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\n[01:58.19] A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\n[02:01.34] I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\n[02:04.11] Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\n[02:07.19] Way back, the weak weed they had\n[02:09.65] Too many seeds in the trey bag\n[02:11.92] I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\n[02:14.33] With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n[02:16.64] 'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\n[02:19.98] I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\n[02:23.04] Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\n[02:25.88] Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\n[02:27.84] Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile\n[02:30.64] A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\n[02:33.29] Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\n[02:36.29] Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:38.85] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:40.94] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:43.11] Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:45.53] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:49.26] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:51.25] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:52.05] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:53.40] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:54.76] Nuttin like the old school\n[02:56.10] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:58.19] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:59.76] Nuttin like the old school\n[03:01.08] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:02.67] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:04.22] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:06.32] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:09.37] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:10.46] Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n[03:12.54] And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n[03:15.56] When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n[03:18.31] Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n[03:21.26] Breakdancin to Melle Mel\n[03:23.28] Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n[03:25.96] Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n[03:28.55] Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n[03:30.93] It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n[03:32.64] (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n[03:34.80] It ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:37.38] Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:41.04] Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:42.99] Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n[03:59.73] Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n[04:02.38] And motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n[04:06.61] That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n[04:08.56] I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n[04:11.85] They was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n[04:15.56] Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n[04:16.92] Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n[04:18.95] Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n[04:20.73] Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n[04:23.02] (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n[04:27.25] The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n[04:28.40] Member the italian icey's yo?\n[04:29.70] Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n[04:31.41] With the coconut icey's and shit?\n[04:33.92] I came through the door, said it before\n[04:35.33] That was the SHIT!\n[04:36.89] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Old School\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: The 2Pac LP\n  duration_ms: 185055\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What more could I say? 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I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n  And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n  When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n  Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n  Breakdancin to Melle Mel\n  Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n  Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n  Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n  It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n  (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\n  It ain't nuttin like the old school\n  Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n  Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n  Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n  And motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n  That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n  I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n  They was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n  Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n  Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n  Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n  Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n  (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n  The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n  Member the italian icey's yo?\n  Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n  With the coconut icey's and shit?\n\n  I came through the door, said it before\n  That was the SHIT!\n"},{"id":26839878,"name":"Old School","trackName":"Old School","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"The 2Pac LP","duration":279.24,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nI remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\nLL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\nEric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\nI flip to see a Doug E. 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I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nYeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\nAnd Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\nWhen Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\nGamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\nBreakdancin to Melle Mel\nJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\nForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\nBe careful don't let the transit cops see me\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n(Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school\nHahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\nHey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nRemember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\nMember how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\nAnd motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\nThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\nI remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\nThey was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\nBack in the motherfuckin old school nigga\nRemember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\nMember stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\nMember the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n(LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\nThe ice cream truck, member all the mother...\nMember the italian icey's yo?\nYo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\nWith the coconut icey's and shit?\n\nI came through the door, said it before\nThat was the SHIT!","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.38] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[00:25.23] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[00:26.99] I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\n[00:45.05] LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\n[00:47.86] Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\n[00:50.61] I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\n[00:53.08] And Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill\n[00:55.37] Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real\n[00:58.79] Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\n[01:01.31] When De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game\n[01:04.00] I can't explain how it was, Whodini\n[01:06.12] Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\n[01:09.39] Them block parties in the projects, and on my block\n[01:11.96] You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\n[01:14.72] Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\n[01:17.53] Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\n[01:19.75] With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\n[01:22.50] Remember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school\n[01:25.41] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:27.94] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:30.10] Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:33.24] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:34.52] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:38.07] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:38.91] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:39.93] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:42.92] Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:44.53] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:45.41] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:46.24] Nuttin like the old school\n[01:48.18] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:49.50] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:50.88] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:52.88] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:54.75] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:56.14] Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\n[01:58.19] A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\n[02:01.34] I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\n[02:04.11] Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\n[02:07.19] Way back, the weak weed they had\n[02:09.65] Too many seeds in the trey bag\n[02:11.92] I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\n[02:14.33] With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n[02:16.64] 'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\n[02:19.98] I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\n[02:23.04] Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\n[02:25.88] Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\n[02:27.84] Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile\n[02:30.64] A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\n[02:33.29] Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\n[02:36.29] Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:38.85] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:40.94] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:43.11] Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:45.53] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:49.26] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:51.25] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:52.05] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:53.40] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:54.76] Nuttin like the old school\n[02:56.10] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:58.19] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:59.76] Nuttin like the old school\n[03:01.08] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:02.67] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:04.22] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:06.32] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:09.37] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:10.46] Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n[03:12.54] And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n[03:15.56] When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n[03:18.31] Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n[03:21.26] Breakdancin to Melle Mel\n[03:23.28] Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n[03:25.96] Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n[03:28.55] Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n[03:30.93] It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n[03:32.64] (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n[03:34.80] It ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:37.38] Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:41.04] Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:42.99] Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n[03:59.73] Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n[04:02.38] And motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n[04:06.61] That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n[04:08.56] I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n[04:11.85] They was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n[04:15.56] Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n[04:16.92] Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n[04:18.95] Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n[04:20.73] Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n[04:23.02] (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n[04:27.25] The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n[04:28.40] Member the italian icey's yo?\n[04:29.70] Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n[04:31.41] With the coconut icey's and shit?\n[04:33.92] I came through the door, said it before\n[04:35.33] That was the SHIT!\n[04:36.89] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Old School\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: The 2Pac LP\n  duration_ms: 279240\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What more could I say? 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I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n  And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n  When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n  Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n  Breakdancin to Melle Mel\n  Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n  Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n  Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n  It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n  (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\n  It ain't nuttin like the old school\n  Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n  Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n  Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n  And motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n  That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n  I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n  They was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n  Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n  Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n  Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n  Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n  (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n  The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n  Member the italian icey's yo?\n  Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n  With the coconut icey's and shit?\n\n  I came through the door, said it before\n  That was the SHIT!\n"},{"id":10650899,"name":"Old School","trackName":"Old School","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2PAC - Me Against The World","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nI remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\nLL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\nEric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\nI flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\nAnd Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill\nHad my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real\nWent out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\nwhen De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game\nI can't explain how it was, Whodini\nHad me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\nThem block parties in the projects, and on my block\nYou diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\nThrough my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\nListen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\nWith T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\nRemember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nYeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\nA killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\nI'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\nBefore the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\nWay back, the weak weed they had\nToo many seeds in the trey bag\nI'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\nWith some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\nI'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\nStickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\nOr takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\nThrough my childhood, wild as a juvenile\nA young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\nMe and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\nOut on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\nAnd Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\nWhen Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\nGamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\nbreakdancin to Melle Mel\nJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\nForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\nBe careful don't let the transit cops see me\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n(Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school\nHahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\nHey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nRemember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\nMember how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\nand motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\nThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\nI remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\nthey was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\nBack in the motherfuckin old school nigga\nRemember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\nMember stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\nMember the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n(LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\nThe ice cream truck, member all the mother...\nMember the italian icey's yo?\nYo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\nwith the coconut icey's and shit?\n\nI came through the door, said it before\nThat was the SHIT!","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.28] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[00:12.44] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[00:18.31] I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\n[00:45.67] LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\n[00:47.72] Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\n[00:50.22] I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\n[00:52.84] And Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill\n[00:55.66] Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real\n[00:58.77] Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\n[01:01.39] when De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game\n[01:04.08] I can't explain how it was, Whodini\n[01:06.23] Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\n[01:09.32] Them block parties in the projects, and on my block\n[01:12.08] You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\n[01:14.68] Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\n[01:17.20] Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\n[01:19.80] With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\n[01:22.56] Remember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school\n[01:25.23] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:26.66] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:29.42] Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:30.75] What more could I say? 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I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\n[01:58.88] A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\n[02:01.53] I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\n[02:04.18] Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\n[02:07.55] Way back, the weak weed they had\n[02:10.03] Too many seeds in the trey bag\n[02:12.07] I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\n[02:14.77] With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n[02:17.45] 'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\n[02:21.06] I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\n[02:24.26] Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\n[02:25.96] Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\n[02:28.76] Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile\n[02:31.13] A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\n[02:33.89] Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\n[02:36.53] Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:39.46] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:41.94] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:42.78] Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:44.73] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:46.42] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:48.84] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:50.00] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:51.48] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:54.47] Nuttin like the old school\n[02:55.22] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:56.73] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:58.22] Nuttin like the old school\n[03:00.01] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:02.29] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:04.41] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:05.83] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:07.57] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:10.15] Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n[03:13.42] And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n[03:16.02] When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n[03:18.08] Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n[03:21.79] breakdancin to Melle Mel\n[03:23.30] Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n[03:25.93] Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n[03:28.76] Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n[03:30.76] It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n[03:32.39] (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n[03:36.02] It ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:37.58] Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:44.08] Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:50.22] \n[03:57.96] Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n[04:01.03] Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n[04:03.63] and motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n[04:07.04] That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n[04:09.67] I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n[04:12.15] they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n[04:14.79] Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n[04:16.98] Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n[04:20.43] Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n[04:23.76] Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n[04:26.60] (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n[04:27.27] The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n[04:29.08] Member the italian icey's yo?\n[04:30.71] Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n[04:33.37] with the coconut icey's and shit?\n[04:34.50] I came through the door, said it before\n[04:37.25] That was the SHIT!\n[04:38.34] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Old School\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 2PAC - Me Against The World\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What more could I say? 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I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\n  LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\n  Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\n  I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\n  And Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill\n  Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real\n  Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\n  when De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game\n  I can't explain how it was, Whodini\n  Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\n  Them block parties in the projects, and on my block\n  You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\n  Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\n  Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\n  With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\n  Remember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\n  A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\n  I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\n  Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\n  Way back, the weak weed they had\n  Too many seeds in the trey bag\n  I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\n  With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n  'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\n  I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\n  Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\n  Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\n  Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile\n  A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\n  Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\n  Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? 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I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nYeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\nA killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\nI'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\nBefore the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\nWay back, the weak weed they had\nToo many seeds in the trey bag\nI'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\nWith some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\nI'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\nStickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\nOr takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\nThrough my childhood, wild as a juvenile\nA young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\nMe and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\nOut on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\nAnd Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\nWhen Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\nGamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\nbreakdancin to Melle Mel\nJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\nForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\nBe careful don't let the transit cops see me\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n(Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school\nHahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\nHey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nRemember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\nMember how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\nand motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\nThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\nI remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\nthey was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\nBack in the motherfuckin old school nigga\nRemember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\nMember stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\nMember the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n(LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\nThe ice cream truck, member all the mother...\nMember the italian icey's yo?\nYo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\nwith the coconut icey's and shit?\n\nI came through the door, said it before\nThat was the SHIT!","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.41] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[00:25.79] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[00:33.73] \n[00:41.91] I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\n[00:44.82] LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\n[00:47.20] Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\n[00:49.93] I flip to see a Doug E. 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I wouldn't be here today\n[01:32.64] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:34.88] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:36.14] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:37.71] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:39.07] Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:40.02] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:41.42] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:45.04] Nuttin like the old school\n[01:45.76] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:47.17] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:50.09] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:51.38] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:53.92] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:56.22] Heheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\n[02:41.41] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:42.95] Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:44.44] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:46.78] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:48.65] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:49.49] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:51.02] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:52.08] Nuttin like the old school\n[02:55.63] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:57.68] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:59.55] Nuttin like the old school\n[03:01.63] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:03.27] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:04.57] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:05.95] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:08.16] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:10.46] Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n[03:13.05] And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n[03:15.56] When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n[03:17.92] Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n[03:20.49] breakdancin to Melle Mel\n[03:22.93] Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n[03:25.85] Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n[03:28.64] Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n[03:31.18] It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n[03:32.53] (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n[03:36.72] It ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:38.44] Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:41.30] Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:48.88] Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n[03:52.67] Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n[03:54.52] and motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n[03:56.53] That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n[03:57.82] I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n[03:59.31] they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n[04:00.49] Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n[04:02.01] Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n[04:03.83] Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n[04:05.67] Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n[04:06.85] (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n[04:07.12] The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n[04:08.82] Member the italian icey's yo?\n[04:09.48] Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n[04:10.99] with the coconut icey's and shit?\n[04:11.90] I came through the door, said it before\n[04:12.73] That was the SHIT!\n[04:13.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Old School - 2Pac\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Me Against the World\n  duration_ms: 280560\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What more could I say? 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Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n  start_ms: 242010\n  end_ms: 243830\n- text: Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n  start_ms: 243830\n  end_ms: 245670\n- text: Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n  start_ms: 245670\n  end_ms: 246850\n- text: (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n  start_ms: 246850\n  end_ms: 247120\n- text: The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n  start_ms: 247120\n  end_ms: 248820\n- text: Member the italian icey's yo?\n  start_ms: 248820\n  end_ms: 249480\n- text: Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n  start_ms: 249480\n  end_ms: 250990\n- text: with the coconut icey's and shit?\n  start_ms: 250990\n  end_ms: 251900\n- text: I came through the door, said it before\n  start_ms: 251900\n  end_ms: 252730\n- text: That was the SHIT!\n  start_ms: 252730\n  end_ms: 253840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 253840\nplain: |-\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\n  LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\n  Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\n  I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\n  And Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill\n  Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real\n  Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\n  when De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game\n  I can't explain how it was, Whodini\n  Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\n  Them block parties in the projects, and on my block\n  You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\n  Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\n  Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\n  With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\n  Remember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\n  A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\n  I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\n  Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\n  Way back, the weak weed they had\n  Too many seeds in the trey bag\n  I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\n  With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n  'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\n  I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\n  Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\n  Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\n  Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile\n  A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\n  Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\n  Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n  And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n  When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n  Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n  breakdancin to Melle Mel\n  Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n  Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n  Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n  It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n  (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\n  It ain't nuttin like the old school\n  Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n  Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n  Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n  and motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n  That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n  I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n  they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n  Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n  Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n  Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n  Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n  (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n  The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n  Member the italian icey's yo?\n  Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n  with the coconut icey's and shit?\n\n  I came through the door, said it before\n  That was the SHIT!\n"},{"id":12639291,"name":"12 - 2Pac - Old School","trackName":"12 - 2Pac - Old School","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Me Against The World","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nI remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\nLL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\nEric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\nI flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\nAnd Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill\nHad my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real\nWent out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\nwhen De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game\nI can't explain how it was, Whodini\nHad me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\nThem block parties in the projects, and on my block\nYou diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\nThrough my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\nListen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\nWith T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\nRemember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nYeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\nA killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\nI'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\nBefore the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\nWay back, the weak weed they had\nToo many seeds in the trey bag\nI'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\nWith some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\nI'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\nStickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\nOr takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\nThrough my childhood, wild as a juvenile\nA young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\nMe and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\nOut on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\nAnd Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\nWhen Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\nGamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\nbreakdancin to Melle Mel\nJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\nForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\nBe careful don't let the transit cops see me\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n(Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school\nHahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\nHey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nRemember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\nMember how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\nand motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\nThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\nI remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\nthey was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\nBack in the motherfuckin old school nigga\nRemember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\nMember stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\nMember the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n(LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\nThe ice cream truck, member all the mother...\nMember the italian icey's yo?\nYo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\nwith the coconut icey's and shit?\n\nI came through the door, said it before\nThat was the SHIT!","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.25] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[00:12.44] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[00:18.34] I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\n[00:45.64] LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\n[00:47.74] Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\n[00:50.28] I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\n[00:52.84] And Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill\n[00:55.61] Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real\n[00:58.77] Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\n[01:01.32] when De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game\n[01:04.02] I can't explain how it was, Whodini\n[01:06.25] Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\n[01:09.36] Them block parties in the projects, and on my block\n[01:12.07] You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\n[01:14.69] Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\n[01:17.28] Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\n[01:19.82] With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\n[01:22.52] Remember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school\n[01:25.28] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:26.68] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:29.40] Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:30.70] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:33.36] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:34.63] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:36.06] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:37.52] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:40.15] Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:41.35] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:42.78] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:46.27] Nuttin like the old school\n[01:46.76] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:49.27] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:51.06] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:51.92] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:53.41] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:56.25] Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\n[01:58.84] A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\n[02:01.58] I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\n[02:04.15] Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\n[02:07.59] Way back, the weak weed they had\n[02:10.02] Too many seeds in the trey bag\n[02:12.08] I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\n[02:14.73] With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n[02:17.48] 'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\n[02:21.05] I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\n[02:24.23] Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\n[02:25.98] Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\n[02:28.77] Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile\n[02:31.16] A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\n[02:33.86] Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\n[02:36.56] Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:39.46] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:41.96] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:42.72] Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:44.79] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:46.43] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:48.85] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:50.04] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:51.48] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:54.43] Nuttin like the old school\n[02:55.22] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:56.74] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:58.20] Nuttin like the old school\n[03:00.08] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:02.27] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:04.42] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:05.83] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:07.52] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:10.11] Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n[03:13.49] And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n[03:16.01] When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n[03:18.03] Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n[03:21.77] breakdancin to Melle Mel\n[03:23.35] Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n[03:25.92] Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n[03:28.72] Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n[03:30.78] It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n[03:32.39] (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n[03:36.00] It ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:37.53] Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:44.06] Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:50.20] \n[03:57.96] Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n[04:01.09] Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n[04:03.62] and motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n[04:07.08] That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n[04:09.68] I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n[04:12.16] they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n[04:14.73] Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n[04:16.93] Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n[04:20.44] Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n[04:23.77] Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n[04:26.65] (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n[04:27.29] The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n[04:29.08] Member the italian icey's yo?\n[04:30.73] Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n[04:33.36] with the coconut icey's and shit?\n[04:34.50] I came through the door, said it before\n[04:37.27] That was the SHIT!\n[04:38.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 12 - 2Pac - Old School\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Me Against The World\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What more could I say? 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I wouldn't be here today\n  start_ms: 101350\n  end_ms: 102780\n- text: if the old school didn't pave the way\n  start_ms: 102780\n  end_ms: 106270\n- text: Nuttin like the old school\n  start_ms: 106270\n  end_ms: 106760\n- text: What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  start_ms: 106760\n  end_ms: 109270\n- text: if the old school didn't pave the way\n  start_ms: 109270\n  end_ms: 111060\n- text: Ain't nuttin like the old school\n  start_ms: 111060\n  end_ms: 111920\n- text: What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  start_ms: 111920\n  end_ms: 113410\n- text: if the old school didn't pave the way\n  start_ms: 113410\n  end_ms: 116250\n- text: Heheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\n  start_ms: 159460\n  end_ms: 161960\n- text: if the old school didn't pave the way\n  start_ms: 161960\n  end_ms: 162720\n- text: Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n  start_ms: 162720\n  end_ms: 164790\n- text: What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  start_ms: 164790\n  end_ms: 166430\n- text: if the old school didn't pave the way\n  start_ms: 166430\n  end_ms: 168850\n- text: Ain't nuttin like the old school\n  start_ms: 168850\n  end_ms: 170040\n- text: What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  start_ms: 170040\n  end_ms: 171480\n- text: if the old school didn't pave the way\n  start_ms: 171480\n  end_ms: 174430\n- text: Nuttin like the old school\n  start_ms: 174430\n  end_ms: 175220\n- text: What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  start_ms: 175220\n  end_ms: 176740\n- text: if the old school didn't pave the way\n  start_ms: 176740\n  end_ms: 178200\n- text: Nuttin like the old school\n  start_ms: 178200\n  end_ms: 180080\n- text: What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  start_ms: 180080\n  end_ms: 182270\n- text: if the old school didn't pave the way\n  start_ms: 182270\n  end_ms: 184420\n- text: Ain't nuttin like the old school\n  start_ms: 184420\n  end_ms: 185830\n- text: What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  start_ms: 185830\n  end_ms: 187520\n- text: if the old school didn't pave the way\n  start_ms: 187520\n  end_ms: 190110\n- text: Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n  start_ms: 190110\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 196010\n- text: When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n  start_ms: 196010\n  end_ms: 198030\n- text: Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n  start_ms: 198030\n  end_ms: 201770\n- text: breakdancin to Melle Mel\n  start_ms: 201770\n  end_ms: 203350\n- text: Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n  start_ms: 203350\n  end_ms: 205920\n- text: Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n  start_ms: 205920\n  end_ms: 208720\n- text: Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n  start_ms: 208720\n  end_ms: 210780\n- text: It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n  start_ms: 210780\n  end_ms: 212390\n- text: (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n  start_ms: 212390\n  end_ms: 216000\n- text: It ain't nuttin like the old school\n  start_ms: 216000\n  end_ms: 217530\n- text: Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n  start_ms: 217530\n  end_ms: 224060\n- text: Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n  start_ms: 224060\n  end_ms: 230200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 230200\n  end_ms: 237960\n- text: Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n  start_ms: 237960\n  end_ms: 241090\n- text: Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n  start_ms: 241090\n  end_ms: 243620\n- text: and motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n  start_ms: 243620\n  end_ms: 247080\n- text: That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n  start_ms: 247080\n  end_ms: 249680\n- text: I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n  start_ms: 249680\n  end_ms: 252160\n- text: they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n  start_ms: 252160\n  end_ms: 254730\n- text: Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n  start_ms: 254730\n  end_ms: 256930\n- text: Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n  start_ms: 256930\n  end_ms: 260440\n- text: Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n  start_ms: 260440\n  end_ms: 263770\n- text: Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n  start_ms: 263770\n  end_ms: 266650\n- text: (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n  start_ms: 266650\n  end_ms: 267290\n- text: The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n  start_ms: 267290\n  end_ms: 269080\n- text: Member the italian icey's yo?\n  start_ms: 269080\n  end_ms: 270730\n- text: Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n  start_ms: 270730\n  end_ms: 273360\n- text: with the coconut icey's and shit?\n  start_ms: 273360\n  end_ms: 274500\n- text: I came through the door, said it before\n  start_ms: 274500\n  end_ms: 277270\n- text: That was the SHIT!\n  start_ms: 277270\n  end_ms: 278380\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 278380\nplain: |-\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\n  LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\n  Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\n  I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\n  And Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill\n  Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real\n  Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\n  when De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game\n  I can't explain how it was, Whodini\n  Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\n  Them block parties in the projects, and on my block\n  You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\n  Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\n  Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\n  With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\n  Remember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\n  A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\n  I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\n  Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\n  Way back, the weak weed they had\n  Too many seeds in the trey bag\n  I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\n  With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n  'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\n  I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\n  Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\n  Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\n  Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile\n  A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\n  Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\n  Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n  And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n  When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n  Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n  breakdancin to Melle Mel\n  Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n  Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n  Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n  It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n  (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\n  It ain't nuttin like the old school\n  Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n  Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n  Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n  and motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n  That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n  I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n  they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n  Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n  Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n  Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n  Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n  (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n  The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n  Member the italian icey's yo?\n  Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n  with the coconut icey's and shit?\n\n  I came through the door, said it before\n  That was the SHIT!\n"},{"id":31919816,"name":"Ambitionz Az A Ridah","trackName":"Ambitionz Az A Ridah","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Old School","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah\nYou don't wanna fuck with me\nGot the police bustin' at me\nBut they can't do nothin' to a G\nLet's get ready to rumble!\n\nNow, you know how we do it, like a G\nWhat really go on in the mind of a nigga\nThat get down for theirs\nConstantly, money over bitches\nNot bitches over money\nStay on your grind, nigga\nMy ambitions as a ridah\nMy ambitions as a 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been hesitant to reappear, been away for years\nNow I'm back, my adversaries been reduced to tears\nQuestion my methods to switch up speeds\nSure as some bitches bleed\nNiggas'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed\nBlast me but they didn't finish, didn't diminish my powers\nSo now I'm back to be a motherfuckin' menace\nThey cowards, that's why they tried to set me up\nHad bitch-ass niggas on my team so indeed they wet me up\n\nBut I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated\nAt the time I contemplate the way that God made it\nLace 'em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary\nFor money, I'll have these motherfuckers buried\nI been gettin' much mail in jail, niggas tellin' me to kill it\nKnowin' when I get out they gon' feel it\nWitness the realest, a hoo-ridah when I put the shit inside\nThe cry from all your people when they find ya\n\nJust remind ya, my history'll prove authentic\nRevenge on them niggas that played me\nAnd all the cowards that was down with it\nNow it's your 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ticket mission, want a mil' so I'm wishin'\n[01:22.18] Competition got me ripped on that bullshit they stressin' (booyah)\n[01:25.20] I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's mandatory\n[01:28.03] No guts, no glory, my nigga, bitch got the game distorted\n[01:30.77] Now it's on and it's on because I said so\n[01:33.66] Can't trust a bitch in the business so I got with Death Row\n[01:36.56] Now these money-hungry bitches gettin' suspicious\n[01:38.61] Started plottin' and plannin' on schemes to come and trick us\n[01:41.54] But thug niggas be on point and game tight (yeah)\n[01:44.42] Me, Syke and Bogart wrap it up the same night\n[01:46.97] Got problems, then handle it, motherfuckers see me\n[01:49.01] These niggas is jealous\n[01:50.05] 'Cause deep in the hearts they wanna be me\n[01:52.08] Uh, yeah, and now you got me right beside ya, hopin' you listen\n[01:55.53] I catch you payin' attention to my ambitions as a ridah\n[01:58.59] I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah\n[02:00.75] You 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nigga Tys\n[02:42.34] Thuggin' for life, and if you right, then nigga die for it\n[02:44.90] Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it\n[02:47.64] When it's time to die, to be a man and pick the way you leave\n[02:50.32] Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah\n[02:53.57] I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah\n[02:55.81] You don't wanna fuck with me\n[02:57.93] (My ambitions as a ridah)\n[02:58.72] Got the police bustin' at me\n[03:01.03] But they can't do nothin' to a G\n[03:03.31] My murderous lyrics, equipped with spirits of the thugs before me\n[03:06.24] Pay off the block, evade the cops 'cause I know they comin' for me\n[03:09.18] I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years\n[03:12.10] Now I'm back, my adversaries been reduced to tears\n[03:14.68] Question my methods to switch up speeds\n[03:16.58] Sure as some bitches bleed\n[03:17.95] Niggas'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed\n[03:20.44] Blast me but they didn't finish, didn't diminish 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little kids\nAnd even though we had different daddies, the same drama\nWhen things went wrong we'd blame Mama\nI reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell\nHuggin' on my mama from a jail cell\n\nAnd who'd think in elementary, hey\nI'd see the penitentiary one day?\nAnd runnin' from the police, that's right\nMama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside\nAnd even as a crack fiend, Mama\nYou always was a black queen, Mama\nI finally understand\nFor a woman it ain't easy tryin' to raise a man\n\nYou always was committed\nA poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did it\nThere's no way I can pay you back\nBut the plan is to show you that I understand\nYou are appreciated\n\nLady, don't you know we love you? (Dear Mama)\nSweet lady, place no one above you (you are appreciated)\nSweet lady, don't you know we love you?\n\nNow, ain't nobody tell us it was fair\nNo love from my daddy, 'cause the coward wasn't there\nHe passed away and I didn't cry, 'cause my anger\nWouldn't let me feel for a stranger\nThey say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along\nI was lookin' for a father, he was gone\n\nI hung around with the thugs\nAnd even though they sold drugs\nThey showed a young brother love\nI moved out and started really hangin'\nI needed money of my own, so I started slangin'\nI ain't guilty, 'cause even though I sell rocks\nIt feels good puttin' money in your mailbox\n\nI love payin' rent when the rent's due\nI hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to you\n'Cause when I was low you was there for me\nAnd never left me alone, because you cared for me\nAnd I could see you comin' home after work late\nYou're in the kitchen, tryin' to fix us a hot plate\n\nYou just workin' with the scraps you was given\nAnd Mama made miracles every Thanksgivin'\nBut now the road got rough, you're alone\nYou're tryin' to raise two bad kids on your own\nAnd there's no way I can pay you back\nBut my plan is to show you that I understand\nYou are appreciated\n\nLady, don't you know we love you? (And dear Mama)\nSweet lady, place no one above you (you are appreciated)\nSweet lady, don't you know we love you?\n\nPour out some liquor and I reminisce\n'Cause through the drama I can always depend on my mama\nAnd when it seems that I'm hopeless\nYou say the words that can get me back in focus\n\nWhen I was sick as a little kid\nTo keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did\nAnd all my childhood memories\nAre full of all the sweet things you did for me\nAnd even though I act crazy\nI gotta thank the Lord that you made me\n\nThere are no words that can express how I feel\nYou never kept a secret, always stayed real\nAnd I appreciate how you raised me\nAnd all the extra love that you gave me\n\nI wish I could take the pain away\nIf you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day\nEverything will be alright if you hold on\nIt's a struggle every day, gotta roll on\nAnd there's no way I can pay you back\nBut my plan is to show you that I understand\nYou are appreciated\n\nLady, don't you know we love you? (Dear Mama)\nSweet lady, place no one above you (you are appreciated)\nSweet lady, don't you know we love you? 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Holla when you see me\n[00:34.08] And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me\n[00:37.26] I got a caravan of - every time we ride\n[00:39.48] Hittin' - up when we pass by\n[00:41.74] Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high\n[00:45.78] F- with me and get crossed later, the futures in my eyes\n[00:48.32] 'Cause all I want is cash and thangs\n[00:50.55] A five-double-oh Benz, flauntin' flashy rings\n[00:52.96] Uhh, - pursue me like a dream\n[00:55.01] Been known to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend\n[00:57.35] It seems, my main thing was to be major paid\n[01:00.25] The game sharper than a - razor blade\n[01:02.13] Say money bring - bring lies\n[01:04.68] One - gettin' jealous and - die\n[01:07.64] Depend on me like the first and fifteenth\n[01:10.89] They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me\n[01:13.12] We got four niggas in low riders and ski masks\n[01:16.44] Screamin', \"Thug Life\" every time they pass, all eyes on me\n[01:19.38] Live the life of a thug - until the day I die\n[01:21.85] Live the life of a boss player\n[01:23.73] All eyes on me\n[01:28.63] All eyes on me\n[01:30.08] Live the life of a thug - until the day I die\n[01:32.15] Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high\n[01:34.95] Hey, to my - 'Pac\n[01:40.87] So much trouble in the world\n[01:42.42] Can't nobody feel your pain\n[01:45.01] The world's changin' everyday, time's movin' fast\n[01:47.11] My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last?\n[01:49.74] I'm caught between my woman and my pistol and my chips\n[01:52.06] Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip\n[01:54.02] I'm lost in the land with no plan, livin' life flawless\n[01:57.12] Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this\n[01:59.33] Mediocre's got a lot of nerve\n[02:02.41] Let my bucket swerve, I'm takin' off from the curb\n[02:04.97] The nervousness neglect make me pack a TEC\n[02:07.42] Devoted to servin' this Moët and pay checks\n[02:09.83] Like Akai satellite - I'm forever ballin'\n[02:12.43] It ain't right: parasites, triggers, and fleas crawlin'\n[02:14.28] Sucker, duck and get busted, no emotion\n[02:16.55] My devotion is handlin' my business -keep on coastin'\n[02:20.89] Where you goin'? 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Holla when you see me\n  And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me\n  I got a caravan of - every time we ride\n  Hittin' - up when we pass by\n  Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high\n  F- with me and get crossed later, the futures in my eyes\n  'Cause all I want is cash and thangs\n  A five-double-oh Benz, flauntin' flashy rings\n  Uhh, - pursue me like a dream\n  Been known to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend\n  It seems, my main thing was to be major paid\n  The game sharper than a - razor blade\n  Say money bring - bring lies\n  One - gettin' jealous and - die\n  Depend on me like the first and fifteenth\n  They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me\n  We got four niggas in low riders and ski masks\n  Screamin', \"Thug Life\" every time they pass, all eyes on me\n  Live the life of a thug - until the day I die\n  Live the life of a boss player\n  All eyes on me\n  All eyes on me\n  Live the life of a thug - until the day I die\n  Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high\n  Hey, to my - 'Pac\n  So much trouble in the world\n  Can't nobody feel your pain\n  The world's changin' everyday, time's movin' fast\n  My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last?\n  I'm caught between my woman and my pistol and my chips\n  Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip\n  I'm lost in the land with no plan, livin' life flawless\n  Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this\n  Mediocre's got a lot of nerve\n  Let my bucket swerve, I'm takin' off from the curb\n  The nervousness neglect make me pack a TEC\n  Devoted to servin' this Moët and pay checks\n  Like Akai satellite - I'm forever ballin'\n  It ain't right: parasites, triggers, and fleas crawlin'\n  Sucker, duck and get busted, no emotion\n  My devotion is handlin' my business -keep on coastin'\n  Where you goin'? I been there, came back as lonely, homie\n  Steady flowin' against the grain, - still don't know me\n  It's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit\n  It ain't funny - don't even know how to act, shit\n  What can I do? What can I say? Is there another way?\n  Blunts and gin all day, 24 parlay\n  My little homie G, can't you see I'm buster-free?\n  - Just can't stand me, all eyes on me\n  Live the life of a thug - until the day I die\n  Live the life of a boss player\n  All eyes on me\n  All eyes on me\n  Live the life of a thug - until the day I die\n  Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high\n  All eyes on me\n  The feds is watchin' - plottin' to get me\n  Will I survive? Will I die? Come on, let's picture the possibility\n  Givin' me charges, lawyers makin' a grip\n  I told the judge I was raised wrong and that's why I blaze\n  Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager\n  On my mobile, callin' big shots on the scene major\n  Packin' hundreds in my drawers - the law\n  Passion, I'm livin' rough and raw\n  Catchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane\n  Hustle 'til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came\n  Live my life as a thug - until the day I die\n  Live my life as a boss player, 'cause even gettin' high\n  These - got me tossin'\n  I put the top down, now it's time to floss my-\n  Keep your head up - make these - suffer\n  Up in the Benz, burnin' rubber\n  The money is mandatory, the hoes is for the stress\n  This criminal lifestyle, equipped with a bulletproof vest\n  Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket, get your money\n  Get rich and we'll kick it, all eyes on me\n  Live the life of a thug - until the day I die\n  Live the life of a boss player\n  All eyes on me\n  All eyes on me\n  Live the life of a thug - until the day I die\n  Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high\n  All eyes on me\n  Pay attention, my - see how that - go?\n  Walk up in this - and it be like, \"Bing!\"\n  Live the life of a thug - until the day I die\n  Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high\n  I got bustas, hoes, and police watchin' a nigga, you know?\n  Live the life of a thug - until the day I die\n  Live the life of a boss player, all eyes on me\n  He he he, it's like what they think?\n  I'm walkin' around with some ki's in my pocket or somethin'\n  They think I'm goin' back to jail, they really on that dope\n"},{"id":1033116,"name":"Old School","trackName":"Old School","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Me Against The World","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nI remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\nLL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\nEric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\nI flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\nAnd Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill\nHad my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real\nWent out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\nWhen De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game\nI can't explain how it was, Whodini\nHad me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\nThem block parties in the projects, and on my block\nYou diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\nThrough my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\nListen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\nWith T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\nRemember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nYeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\nA killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\nI'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\nBefore the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\nWay back, the weak weed they had\nToo many seeds in the trey bag\nI'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\nWith some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\nI'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\nStickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\nOr takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\nThrough my childhood, wild as a juvenile\nA young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\nMe and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\nOut on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\nAnd Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\nWhen Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\nGamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\nBreakdancin to Melle Mel\nJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\nForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\nBe careful don't let the transit cops see me\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n(Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school\nHahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\nHey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nRemember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\nMember how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\nAnd motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\nThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\nI remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\nThey was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\nBack in the motherfuckin old school nigga\nRemember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\nMember stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\nMember the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n(LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\nThe ice cream truck, member all the mother...\nMember the italian icey's yo?\nYo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\nWith the coconut icey's and shit?\n\nI came through the door, said it before\nThat was the SHIT!","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.38] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[00:25.23] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[00:26.99] I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\n[00:45.05] LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\n[00:47.86] Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\n[00:50.61] I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\n[00:53.08] And Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill\n[00:55.37] Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real\n[00:58.79] Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\n[01:01.31] When De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game\n[01:04.00] I can't explain how it was, Whodini\n[01:06.12] Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\n[01:09.39] Them block parties in the projects, and on my block\n[01:11.96] You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\n[01:14.72] Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\n[01:17.53] Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\n[01:19.75] With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\n[01:22.50] Remember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school\n[01:25.41] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:27.94] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:30.10] Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:33.24] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:34.52] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:38.07] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:38.91] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:39.93] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:42.92] Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:44.53] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:45.41] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:46.24] Nuttin like the old school\n[01:48.18] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:49.50] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:50.88] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:52.88] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:54.75] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:56.14] Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\n[01:58.19] A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\n[02:01.34] I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\n[02:04.11] Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\n[02:07.19] Way back, the weak weed they had\n[02:09.65] Too many seeds in the trey bag\n[02:11.92] I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\n[02:14.33] With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n[02:16.64] 'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\n[02:19.98] I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\n[02:23.04] Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\n[02:25.88] Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\n[02:27.84] Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile\n[02:30.64] A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\n[02:33.29] Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\n[02:36.29] Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:38.85] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:40.94] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:43.11] Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:45.53] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:49.26] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:51.25] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:52.05] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:53.40] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:54.76] Nuttin like the old school\n[02:56.10] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:58.19] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:59.76] Nuttin like the old school\n[03:01.08] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:02.67] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:04.22] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:06.32] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:09.37] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:10.46] Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n[03:12.54] And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n[03:15.56] When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n[03:18.31] Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n[03:21.26] Breakdancin to Melle Mel\n[03:23.28] Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n[03:25.96] Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n[03:28.55] Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n[03:30.93] It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n[03:32.64] (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n[03:34.80] It ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:37.38] Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:41.04] Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:42.99] Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n[03:59.73] Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n[04:02.38] And motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n[04:06.61] That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n[04:08.56] I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n[04:11.85] They was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n[04:15.56] Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n[04:16.92] Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n[04:18.95] Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n[04:20.73] Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n[04:23.02] (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n[04:27.25] The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n[04:28.40] Member the italian icey's yo?\n[04:29.70] Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n[04:31.41] With the coconut icey's and shit?\n[04:33.92] I came through the door, said it before\n[04:35.33] That was the SHIT!\n[04:36.89] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Old School\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Me Against The World\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What more could I say? 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I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? 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Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n  Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n  Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n  (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n  The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n  Member the italian icey's yo?\n  Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n  With the coconut icey's and shit?\n\n  I came through the door, said it before\n  That was the SHIT!\n"},{"id":8996644,"name":"Old School","trackName":"Old School","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"The Passion of Tupac","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nI remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\nLL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\nEric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\nI flip to see a Doug E. 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I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nYeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\nAnd Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\nWhen Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\nGamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\nbreakdancin to Melle Mel\nJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\nForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\nBe careful don't let the transit cops see me\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n(Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school\nHahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\nHey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nRemember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\nMember how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\nand motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\nThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\nI remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\nthey was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\nBack in the motherfuckin old school nigga\nRemember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\nMember stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\nMember the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n(LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\nThe ice cream truck, member all the mother...\nMember the italian icey's yo?\nYo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\nwith the coconut icey's and shit?\n\nI came through the door, said it before\nThat was the SHIT!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.66] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[00:13.96] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[00:31.53] I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\n[00:34.34] LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\n[00:36.84] Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\n[00:39.22] I flip to see a Doug E. 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I wouldn't be here today\n[02:20.16] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:23.41] Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:25.27] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:25.73] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:26.59] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:28.63] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:29.62] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:31.07] Nuttin like the old school\n[02:32.70] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:34.10] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:35.61] Nuttin like the old school\n[02:36.52] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:37.02] if the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:37.20] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:37.49] What more could I say? 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Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n[03:45.57] Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n[03:49.13] Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n[03:52.10] (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n[03:53.47] The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n[03:54.65] Member the italian icey's yo?\n[03:56.52] Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n[03:59.00] with the coconut icey's and shit?\n[03:59.85] I came through the door, said it before\n[04:00.01] That was the SHIT!\n[04:00.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Old School\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: The Passion of Tupac\n  duration_ms: 242000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What more could I say? 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I wouldn't be here today\n  start_ms: 138560\n  end_ms: 140160\n- text: if the old school didn't pave the way\n  start_ms: 140160\n  end_ms: 143410\n- text: Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n  start_ms: 143410\n  end_ms: 145270\n- text: What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  start_ms: 145270\n  end_ms: 145730\n- text: if the old school didn't pave the way\n  start_ms: 145730\n  end_ms: 146590\n- text: Ain't nuttin like the old school\n  start_ms: 146590\n  end_ms: 148630\n- text: What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  start_ms: 148630\n  end_ms: 149620\n- text: if the old school didn't pave the way\n  start_ms: 149620\n  end_ms: 151070\n- text: Nuttin like the old school\n  start_ms: 151070\n  end_ms: 152700\n- text: What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  start_ms: 152700\n  end_ms: 154100\n- text: if the old school didn't pave the way\n  start_ms: 154100\n  end_ms: 155610\n- text: Nuttin like the old school\n  start_ms: 155610\n  end_ms: 156520\n- text: What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  start_ms: 156520\n  end_ms: 157020\n- text: if the old school didn't pave the way\n  start_ms: 157020\n  end_ms: 157200\n- text: Ain't nuttin like the old school\n  start_ms: 157200\n  end_ms: 157490\n- text: What more could I say? 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I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  if the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n  And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n  When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n  Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n  breakdancin to Melle Mel\n  Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n  Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n  Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n  It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n  (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\n  It ain't nuttin like the old school\n  Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n  Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n  Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n  and motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n  That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n  I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n  they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n  Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n  Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n  Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n  Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n  (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n  The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n  Member the italian icey's yo?\n  Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n  with the coconut icey's and shit?\n\n  I came through the door, said it before\n  That was the SHIT!\n"},{"id":30412460,"name":"Old School","trackName":"Old School","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Apple Music TKRs Classic Hip-Hop & Rap Tracks","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nI remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\nLL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\nEric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\nI flip to see a Doug E. 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I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nYeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\nAnd Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\nWhen Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\nGamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\nBreakdancin to Melle Mel\nJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\nForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\nBe careful don't let the transit cops see me\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n(Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school\nHahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\nHey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nRemember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\nMember how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\nAnd motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\nThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\nI remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\nThey was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\nBack in the motherfuckin old school nigga\nRemember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\nMember stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\nMember the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n(LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\nThe ice cream truck, member all the mother...\nMember the italian icey's yo?\nYo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\nWith the coconut icey's and shit?\n\nI came through the door, said it before\nThat was the SHIT!","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.38] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[00:25.23] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[00:26.99] I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\n[00:45.05] LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\n[00:47.86] Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\n[00:50.61] I flip to see a Doug E. 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I wouldn't be here today\n[01:34.52] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:38.07] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:38.91] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:39.93] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:42.92] Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:44.53] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:45.41] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:46.24] Nuttin like the old school\n[01:48.18] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:49.50] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:50.88] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:52.88] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:54.75] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:56.14] Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\n[01:58.19] A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\n[02:01.34] I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\n[02:04.11] Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\n[02:07.19] Way back, the weak weed they had\n[02:09.65] Too many seeds in the trey bag\n[02:11.92] I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\n[02:14.33] With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n[02:16.64] 'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\n[02:19.98] I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\n[02:23.04] Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\n[02:25.88] Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\n[02:27.84] Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile\n[02:30.64] A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\n[02:33.29] Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\n[02:36.29] Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:38.85] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:40.94] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:43.11] Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:45.53] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:49.26] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:51.25] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:52.05] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:53.40] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:54.76] Nuttin like the old school\n[02:56.10] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:58.19] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:59.76] Nuttin like the old school\n[03:01.08] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:02.67] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:04.22] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:06.32] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:09.37] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:10.46] Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n[03:12.54] And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n[03:15.56] When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n[03:18.31] Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n[03:21.26] Breakdancin to Melle Mel\n[03:23.28] Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n[03:25.96] Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n[03:28.55] Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n[03:30.93] It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n[03:32.64] (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n[03:34.80] It ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:37.38] Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:41.04] Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:42.99] Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n[03:59.73] Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n[04:02.38] And motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n[04:06.61] That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n[04:08.56] I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n[04:11.85] They was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n[04:15.56] Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n[04:16.92] Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n[04:18.95] Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n[04:20.73] Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n[04:23.02] (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n[04:27.25] The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n[04:28.40] Member the italian icey's yo?\n[04:29.70] Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n[04:31.41] With the coconut icey's and shit?\n[04:33.92] I came through the door, said it before\n[04:35.33] That was the SHIT!\n[04:36.89] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Old School\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Apple Music TKRs Classic Hip-Hop & Rap Tracks\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What more could I say? 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I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? 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Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n  Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n  Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n  (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n  The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n  Member the italian icey's yo?\n  Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n  With the coconut icey's and shit?\n\n  I came through the door, said it before\n  That was the SHIT!\n"},{"id":30470110,"name":"Old School","trackName":"Old School","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Billboard Top 100 of 1995","duration":281.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nI remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\nLL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\nEric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\nI flip to see a Doug E. 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I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nYeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\nA killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\nI'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\nBefore the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\nWay back, the weak weed they had\nToo many seeds in the trey bag\nI'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\nWith some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\nI'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\nStickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\nOr takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\nThrough my childhood, wild as a juvenile\nA young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\nMe and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\nOut on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\nAnd Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\nWhen Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\nGamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\nBreakdancin to Melle Mel\nJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\nForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\nBe careful don't let the transit cops see me\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n(Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school\nHahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\nHey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nRemember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\nMember how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\nAnd motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\nThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\nI remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\nThey was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\nBack in the motherfuckin old school nigga\nRemember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\nMember stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\nMember the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n(LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\nThe ice cream truck, member all the mother...\nMember the italian icey's yo?\nYo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\nWith the coconut icey's and shit?\n\nI came through the door, said it before\nThat was the SHIT!","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.38] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[00:25.23] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[00:26.99] I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\n[00:45.05] LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\n[00:47.86] Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\n[00:50.61] I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\n[00:53.08] And Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill\n[00:55.37] Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real\n[00:58.79] Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\n[01:01.31] When De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game\n[01:04.00] I can't explain how it was, Whodini\n[01:06.12] Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\n[01:09.39] Them block parties in the projects, and on my block\n[01:11.96] You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\n[01:14.72] Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\n[01:17.53] Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\n[01:19.75] With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\n[01:22.50] Remember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school\n[01:25.41] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:27.94] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:30.10] Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:33.24] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:34.52] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:38.07] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:38.91] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:39.93] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:42.92] Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:44.53] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:45.41] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:46.24] Nuttin like the old school\n[01:48.18] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:49.50] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:50.88] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:52.88] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:54.75] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:56.14] Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\n[01:58.19] A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\n[02:01.34] I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\n[02:04.11] Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\n[02:07.19] Way back, the weak weed they had\n[02:09.65] Too many seeds in the trey bag\n[02:11.92] I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\n[02:14.33] With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n[02:16.64] 'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\n[02:19.98] I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\n[02:23.04] Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\n[02:25.88] Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\n[02:27.84] Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile\n[02:30.64] A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\n[02:33.29] Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\n[02:36.29] Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:38.85] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:40.94] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:43.11] Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:45.53] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:49.26] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:51.25] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:52.05] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:53.40] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:54.76] Nuttin like the old school\n[02:56.10] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:58.19] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:59.76] Nuttin like the old school\n[03:01.08] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:02.67] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:04.22] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:06.32] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:09.37] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:10.46] Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n[03:12.54] And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n[03:15.56] When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n[03:18.31] Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n[03:21.26] Breakdancin to Melle Mel\n[03:23.28] Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n[03:25.96] Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n[03:28.55] Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n[03:30.93] It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n[03:32.64] (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n[03:34.80] It ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:37.38] Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:41.04] Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:42.99] Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n[03:59.73] Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n[04:02.38] And motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n[04:06.61] That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n[04:08.56] I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n[04:11.85] They was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n[04:15.56] Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n[04:16.92] Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n[04:18.95] Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n[04:20.73] Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n[04:23.02] (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n[04:27.25] The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n[04:28.40] Member the italian icey's yo?\n[04:29.70] Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n[04:31.41] With the coconut icey's and shit?\n[04:33.92] I came through the door, said it before\n[04:35.33] That was the SHIT!\n[04:36.89] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Old School\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Billboard Top 100 of 1995\n  duration_ms: 281000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What more could I say? 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I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? 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Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n  Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n  Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n  (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n  The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n  Member the italian icey's yo?\n  Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n  With the coconut icey's and shit?\n\n  I came through the door, said it before\n  That was the SHIT!\n"},{"id":30666886,"name":"Old School","trackName":"Old School","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Tupac: Instrumentals","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nI remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\nLL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\nEric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\nI flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\nAnd Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill\nHad my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real\nWent out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\nWhen De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game\nI can't explain how it was, Whodini\nHad me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\nThem block parties in the projects, and on my block\nYou diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\nThrough my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\nListen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\nWith T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\nRemember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nYeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\nAnd Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\nWhen Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\nGamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\nBreakdancin to Melle Mel\nJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\nForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\nBe careful don't let the transit cops see me\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n(Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school\nHahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\nHey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nRemember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\nMember how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\nAnd motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\nThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\nI remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\nThey was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\nBack in the motherfuckin old school nigga\nRemember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\nMember stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\nMember the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n(LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\nThe ice cream truck, member all the mother...\nMember the italian icey's yo?\nYo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\nWith the coconut icey's and shit?\n\nI came through the door, said it before\nThat was the SHIT!","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.38] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[00:25.23] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[00:26.99] I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\n[00:45.05] LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\n[00:47.86] Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\n[00:50.61] I flip to see a Doug E. 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I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\n[01:58.19] A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\n[02:01.34] I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\n[02:04.11] Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\n[02:07.19] Way back, the weak weed they had\n[02:09.65] Too many seeds in the trey bag\n[02:11.92] I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\n[02:14.33] With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n[02:16.64] 'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\n[02:19.98] I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\n[02:23.04] Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\n[02:25.88] Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\n[02:27.84] Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile\n[02:30.64] A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\n[02:33.29] Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\n[02:36.29] Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:38.85] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:40.94] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:43.11] Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:45.53] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:49.26] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:51.25] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:52.05] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:53.40] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:54.76] Nuttin like the old school\n[02:56.10] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:58.19] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:59.76] Nuttin like the old school\n[03:01.08] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:02.67] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:04.22] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:06.32] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:09.37] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:10.46] Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n[03:12.54] And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n[03:15.56] When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n[03:18.31] Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n[03:21.26] Breakdancin to Melle Mel\n[03:23.28] Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n[03:25.96] Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n[03:28.55] Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n[03:30.93] It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n[03:32.64] (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n[03:34.80] It ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:37.38] Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:41.04] Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:42.99] Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n[03:59.73] Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n[04:02.38] And motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n[04:06.61] That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n[04:08.56] I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n[04:11.85] They was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n[04:15.56] Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n[04:16.92] Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n[04:18.95] Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n[04:20.73] Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n[04:23.02] (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n[04:27.25] The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n[04:28.40] Member the italian icey's yo?\n[04:29.70] Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n[04:31.41] With the coconut icey's and shit?\n[04:33.92] I came through the door, said it before\n[04:35.33] That was the SHIT!\n[04:36.89] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Old School\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 'Tupac: Instrumentals'\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What more could I say? 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I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? 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I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nYeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\nAnd Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\nWhen Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\nGamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\nBreakdancin to Melle Mel\nJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\nForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\nBe careful don't let the transit cops see me\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n(Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school\nHahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\nHey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nRemember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\nMember how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\nAnd motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\nThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\nI remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\nThey was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\nBack in the motherfuckin old school nigga\nRemember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\nMember stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\nMember the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n(LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\nThe ice cream truck, member all the mother...\nMember the italian icey's yo?\nYo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\nWith the coconut icey's and shit?\n\nI came through the door, said it before\nThat was the SHIT!","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.38] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[00:25.23] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[00:26.99] I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\n[00:45.05] LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\n[00:47.86] Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\n[00:50.61] I flip to see a Doug E. 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I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n  And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n  When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n  Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n  Breakdancin to Melle Mel\n  Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n  Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n  Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n  It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n  (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\n  It ain't nuttin like the old school\n  Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n  Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n  Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n  And motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n  That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n  I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n  They was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n  Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n  Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n  Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n  Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n  (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n  The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n  Member the italian icey's yo?\n  Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n  With the coconut icey's and shit?\n\n  I came through the door, said it before\n  That was the SHIT!\n"},{"id":29519235,"name":"Old School","trackName":"Old School","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Top 250 of the Greatest Hip-Hop and Rap Songs Pt. 1","duration":334.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nI remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\nLL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\nEric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\nI flip to see a Doug E. 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I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nYeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\nAnd Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\nWhen Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\nGamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\nBreakdancin to Melle Mel\nJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\nForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\nBe careful don't let the transit cops see me\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n(Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school\nHahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\nHey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nRemember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\nMember how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\nAnd motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\nThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\nI remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\nThey was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\nBack in the motherfuckin old school nigga\nRemember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\nMember stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\nMember the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n(LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\nThe ice cream truck, member all the mother...\nMember the italian icey's yo?\nYo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\nWith the coconut icey's and shit?\n\nI came through the door, said it before\nThat was the SHIT!","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.38] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[00:25.23] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[00:26.99] I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\n[00:45.05] LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\n[00:47.86] Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\n[00:50.61] I flip to see a Doug E. 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Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n[04:18.95] Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n[04:20.73] Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n[04:23.02] (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n[04:27.25] The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n[04:28.40] Member the italian icey's yo?\n[04:29.70] Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n[04:31.41] With the coconut icey's and shit?\n[04:33.92] I came through the door, said it before\n[04:35.33] That was the SHIT!\n[04:36.89] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Old School\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Top 250 of the Greatest Hip-Hop and Rap Songs Pt. 1\n  duration_ms: 334000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What more could I say? 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I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? 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Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n  Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n  Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n  (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n  The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n  Member the italian icey's yo?\n  Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n  With the coconut icey's and shit?\n\n  I came through the door, said it before\n  That was the SHIT!\n"},{"id":29418462,"name":"Old School","trackName":"Old School","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Billboard Top 100 Hits Of 1995","duration":281.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nI remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\nLL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\nEric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\nI flip to see a Doug E. 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I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nYeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\nAnd Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\nWhen Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\nGamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\nBreakdancin to Melle Mel\nJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\nForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\nBe careful don't let the transit cops see me\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n(Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school\nHahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\nHey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nRemember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\nMember how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\nAnd motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\nThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\nI remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\nThey was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\nBack in the motherfuckin old school nigga\nRemember skelly nigga? 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I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\n[01:58.19] A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\n[02:01.34] I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\n[02:04.11] Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\n[02:07.19] Way back, the weak weed they had\n[02:09.65] Too many seeds in the trey bag\n[02:11.92] I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\n[02:14.33] With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n[02:16.64] 'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\n[02:19.98] I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\n[02:23.04] Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\n[02:25.88] Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\n[02:27.84] Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile\n[02:30.64] A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\n[02:33.29] Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\n[02:36.29] Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:38.85] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:40.94] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:43.11] Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:45.53] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:49.26] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:51.25] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:52.05] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:53.40] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:54.76] Nuttin like the old school\n[02:56.10] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:58.19] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:59.76] Nuttin like the old school\n[03:01.08] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:02.67] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:04.22] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:06.32] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:09.37] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:10.46] Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n[03:12.54] And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n[03:15.56] When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n[03:18.31] Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n[03:21.26] Breakdancin to Melle Mel\n[03:23.28] Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n[03:25.96] Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n[03:28.55] Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n[03:30.93] It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n[03:32.64] (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n[03:34.80] It ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:37.38] Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:41.04] Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:42.99] Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n[03:59.73] Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n[04:02.38] And motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n[04:06.61] That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n[04:08.56] I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n[04:11.85] They was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n[04:15.56] Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n[04:16.92] Remember skelly nigga? 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I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? 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I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nYeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHeheh... 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I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nNuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\nWhat more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\n\nHahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\nAnd Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\nWhen Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\nGamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\nBreakdancin to Melle Mel\nJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\nForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\nBe careful don't let the transit cops see me\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n(Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school\nHahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\nHey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\nRemember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\nMember how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\nAnd motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\nThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\nI remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\nThey was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\nBack in the motherfuckin old school nigga\nRemember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\nMember stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\nMember the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n(LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\nThe ice cream truck, member all the mother...\nMember the italian icey's yo?\nYo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\nWith the coconut icey's and shit?\n\nI came through the door, said it before\nThat was the SHIT!","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.38] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[00:25.23] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[00:26.99] I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\n[00:45.05] LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\n[00:47.86] Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\n[00:50.61] I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\n[00:53.08] And Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill\n[00:55.37] Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real\n[00:58.79] Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\n[01:01.31] When De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game\n[01:04.00] I can't explain how it was, Whodini\n[01:06.12] Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\n[01:09.39] Them block parties in the projects, and on my block\n[01:11.96] You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\n[01:14.72] Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\n[01:17.53] Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\n[01:19.75] With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\n[01:22.50] Remember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school\n[01:25.41] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:27.94] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:30.10] Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:33.24] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:34.52] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:38.07] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:38.91] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:39.93] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:42.92] Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:44.53] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:45.41] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:46.24] Nuttin like the old school\n[01:48.18] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:49.50] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:50.88] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[01:52.88] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[01:54.75] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[01:56.14] Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\n[01:58.19] A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\n[02:01.34] I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\n[02:04.11] Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\n[02:07.19] Way back, the weak weed they had\n[02:09.65] Too many seeds in the trey bag\n[02:11.92] I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\n[02:14.33] With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n[02:16.64] 'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\n[02:19.98] I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\n[02:23.04] Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\n[02:25.88] Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\n[02:27.84] Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile\n[02:30.64] A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\n[02:33.29] Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\n[02:36.29] Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:38.85] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:40.94] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:43.11] Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:45.53] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:49.26] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:51.25] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[02:52.05] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:53.40] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:54.76] Nuttin like the old school\n[02:56.10] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[02:58.19] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[02:59.76] Nuttin like the old school\n[03:01.08] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:02.67] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:04.22] Ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:06.32] What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n[03:09.37] If the old school didn't pave the way\n[03:10.46] Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n[03:12.54] And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n[03:15.56] When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n[03:18.31] Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n[03:21.26] Breakdancin to Melle Mel\n[03:23.28] Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n[03:25.96] Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n[03:28.55] Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n[03:30.93] It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n[03:32.64] (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n[03:34.80] It ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:37.38] Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:41.04] Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n[03:42.99] Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n[03:59.73] Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n[04:02.38] And motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n[04:06.61] That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n[04:08.56] I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n[04:11.85] They was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n[04:15.56] Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n[04:16.92] Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n[04:18.95] Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n[04:20.73] Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n[04:23.02] (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n[04:27.25] The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n[04:28.40] Member the italian icey's yo?\n[04:29.70] Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n[04:31.41] With the coconut icey's and shit?\n[04:33.92] I came through the door, said it before\n[04:35.33] That was the SHIT!\n[04:36.89] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Old School\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Billboard Hits 95\n  duration_ms: 281000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What more could I say? 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Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n  start_ms: 256920\n  end_ms: 258950\n- text: Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n  start_ms: 258950\n  end_ms: 260730\n- text: Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n  start_ms: 260730\n  end_ms: 263020\n- text: (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n  start_ms: 263020\n  end_ms: 267250\n- text: The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n  start_ms: 267250\n  end_ms: 268400\n- text: Member the italian icey's yo?\n  start_ms: 268400\n  end_ms: 269700\n- text: Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n  start_ms: 269700\n  end_ms: 271410\n- text: With the coconut icey's and shit?\n  start_ms: 271410\n  end_ms: 273920\n- text: I came through the door, said it before\n  start_ms: 273920\n  end_ms: 275330\n- text: That was the SHIT!\n  start_ms: 275330\n  end_ms: 276890\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 276890\nplain: |-\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\n  LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last\n  Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me\n  I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\n  And Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill\n  Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real\n  Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\n  When De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game\n  I can't explain how it was, Whodini\n  Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\n  Them block parties in the projects, and on my block\n  You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\n  Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\n  Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\n  With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\n  Remember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\n  A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\n  I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\n  Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember\n  Way back, the weak weed they had\n  Too many seeds in the trey bag\n  I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin'\n  With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin'\n  'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'?\n  I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember\n  Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\n  Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\n  Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile\n  A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\n  Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\n  Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\n  If the old school didn't pave the way\n\n  Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\n  And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\n  When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\n  Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\n  Breakdancin to Melle Mel\n  Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\n  Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\n  Be careful don't let the transit cops see me\n  It ain't nuttin like the old school!\n\n  (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)\n\n  It ain't nuttin like the old school\n  Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n  Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\n  Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?\n  Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house?\n  And motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\n  That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\n  I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say\n  They was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb\n  Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga\n  Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?\n  Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?\n  Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n  (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\n  The ice cream truck, member all the mother...\n  Member the italian icey's yo?\n  Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down\n  With the coconut icey's and shit?\n\n  I came through the door, said it before\n  That was the SHIT!\n"}]