Old School Vibe Remix by The Regiment Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Feel that vibe of that old school cracking through the speakers
Memories of four fingered rings and shell toed Adidas
The 90's that's my upbringing
Era of the classics, everything from
GZA, Liquid Swords down to Nas Illmatic
Back when rappers had talent
Today it don't matter
Shakespeare screenplay, now it's all tragic
Radio is crying out "nostalgia"
Cause a three syllable word
Will clear the clubs quicker than a bouncer
They wanna hear about selling grams, buying ounces
The fitted and the outfit
All the women that I went out with
Don't even get me started on the main use of them hi hats
My ears still a slave to that boom bap, boom bap
Bap boom, bap boom, bap boom bap bap
My thought, my soul my flow all for you
Dedication strong for you
Think back when I first met you
Strong filled with life
Not created by hype
Wasn't known to rock the mic or make crowds get hype
And find insight of life
You was more than just a hustle
Before they had you in The Buckle
You was raw, profound sound
Created harmony throughout the town
Yeah
Look around
Feel the vibe in the air, it's so beautiful around here
Yeah, got that old school feeling when we up in the building
Enjoying life and we chilling and it's so good
God I knew you would
Answer my prayers and help us see clear
And let 'em know that old school vibe ain't going nowhere
Nah, it ain't going nowhere
[Hook] {x4}
I miss that old school vibe
It used to sound like...{scratching}
[Verse 2]
I wish I could go back to them good old days
Playing Duck Hunt sipping on a lemonade
Watching moms dance to the O Jays
Smokey Robinson, Bobby Womack
Catch the memories like a Kodak
Dusting off the throwback
Hear the needle pop cause at the record shop
[?] is hot
Put the loop on the MP and drop
Nothing but classics, that old school vibe
Got our hands to the streets on the tracks with [?]
That's why we spit what we feel
And live by the triple R rule
Real, Recognize, Real
Now y'all hate us because we got a record deal?
It ain't our fault after we got plugged
We just kept spinning non stop like power drill
But they mad because we'll never be with 'em
Not The Regiment, you won't see me with 'em
These dudes pissed cause we don't blast at the wind
I.E., man we don't shoot the breeze with 'em
Nah we don't shoot the breeze with 'em
Nah we don't shoot the breeze with 'em
[Hook]
Feel that vibe of that old school cracking through the speakers
Memories of four fingered rings and shell toed Adidas
The 90's that's my upbringing
Era of the classics, everything from
GZA, Liquid Swords down to Nas Illmatic
Back when rappers had talent
Today it don't matter
Shakespeare screenplay, now it's all tragic
Radio is crying out "nostalgia"
Cause a three syllable word
Will clear the clubs quicker than a bouncer
They wanna hear about selling grams, buying ounces
The fitted and the outfit
All the women that I went out with
Don't even get me started on the main use of them hi hats
My ears still a slave to that boom bap, boom bap
Bap boom, bap boom, bap boom bap bap
My thought, my soul my flow all for you
Dedication strong for you
Think back when I first met you
Strong filled with life
Not created by hype
Wasn't known to rock the mic or make crowds get hype
And find insight of life
You was more than just a hustle
Before they had you in The Buckle
You was raw, profound sound
Created harmony throughout the town
Yeah
Look around
Feel the vibe in the air, it's so beautiful around here
Yeah, got that old school feeling when we up in the building
Enjoying life and we chilling and it's so good
God I knew you would
Answer my prayers and help us see clear
And let 'em know that old school vibe ain't going nowhere
Nah, it ain't going nowhere
[Hook] {x4}
I miss that old school vibe
It used to sound like...{scratching}
[Verse 2]
I wish I could go back to them good old days
Playing Duck Hunt sipping on a lemonade
Watching moms dance to the O Jays
Smokey Robinson, Bobby Womack
Catch the memories like a Kodak
Dusting off the throwback
Hear the needle pop cause at the record shop
[?] is hot
Put the loop on the MP and drop
Nothing but classics, that old school vibe
Got our hands to the streets on the tracks with [?]
That's why we spit what we feel
And live by the triple R rule
Real, Recognize, Real
Now y'all hate us because we got a record deal?
It ain't our fault after we got plugged
We just kept spinning non stop like power drill
But they mad because we'll never be with 'em
Not The Regiment, you won't see me with 'em
These dudes pissed cause we don't blast at the wind
I.E., man we don't shoot the breeze with 'em
Nah we don't shoot the breeze with 'em
Nah we don't shoot the breeze with 'em
[Hook]