Crew Cuts (feat. Xperience) [Jake One Remix]

歌詞

(i'm fresh...) (yeah, ryan lewis...) If it ain't fresh then you ain't gettin' play in my tape deck Way back, i used to rock the hat with the suede strap at ABC's Bought my food from the A-rabs Played craps on corners with the OG slain gat Uh, cross colours i'm the boss of the playground I hit you on the nuts cos i know how to play house The 8-ounce baby from eighty-four then grew up Cleaner than my Easter suit was with my shoes buffed Don't step on my new ones These reeboks beat blocks, you give 'em a few pumps Baby while you're at it too boo boo She came from a new school and all i wanna do is my zoom zoom (all I wanna do is my zoom zoom) My uncle stayed faded like crew cuts But i was too young to know the what's-what and the who's-who 'round here, they could give a fuck if you got props You get clowned for rockin' British Knights to the sock hop The BK stood for "black kids," the hood was crackin And poison was on everybody's tracklist Spandex was in fashion, back then And bad chicks had tracks in that lasted. Before CD's, and internet the kings was in effect Ya fiends wasn't gettin' respect [respect...] Before MP3s and CD-J's we pop in a tape cassette Chain on my chest, I'm fresh [fresh...] Let's take it back, b-b-b-back to the days of AC/DC back in black Gimme a mullet .. a 1984 Chevrolet Alright I'm lyin' I was listenin' to rap [ra-rap ra-rap] Oshkosh bagosh, stone wash, so hard Overalls hung, one strap on, one off Eatin' on my cold lunch, grabbin' on both nuts Mama wanted jerry curl: fuck this bowl cut Ice cube's got one Quick in my walkman Blowin' on the cartridge Hypercolour: "awesome!" Cube's in my pocket and i'm outta here I'm bouncin' and sam goody's not gettin' shit from my allowance Daydreamin' in class, no i'm zonin' out and Rosie perez's titties are right where my mouth is Who says that white men can't jump?.. they were hella wrong! A'ight they were right, but i was really good at tetherball Before the days of gettin' drunk at kegs We were bumpin' some jodicie and dry-humpin' legs That's right: i was born in the '80s Pimpin' ...(?) (adventures shined upon?) (adventure shown up on?) (adventure shrined above?) ... my babysitter House party? crackin. Humpty dance? crackin. Never find the baby: david bowie, labyrinth. Why don't you reminisce and bring it back, rap shit Dodge caravan, humpin' in the back: classic. Before CDs and internet the kings was in effect ya fiends wasn't gettin' respect Before MP3s and CD-Js, we pop in a tape cassette Chain on my chest, i'm fresh [fresh...]