If it ain't fresh then you ain't gettin' play in my tape deck
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Way back, I used to rock the hat with the suede strap at ABC's
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Bought my food from the Arabs
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Played craps on corners where the OG's slang at
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Cross colors I'm the boss of the playground
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I hit you on the nuts 'cause I know how to play house
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The 8-ounce baby from '84 to grow up
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Cleaner than my Easter suit was with my shoes buffed
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Don't step on my new ones
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These Reeboks beat blocks, you give 'em a few pumps
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Baby while you're at it too boo boo
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She came from a new school and all I wanna do is my zoom zoom
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My uncle stayed faded like crew cuts
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But I was just too young to know the what's-what and the who's-who
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'Round here, they could give a fuck if you got props
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You get clowned for rockin' British Nine to the sock hop
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The BK stood for "black kids, " the hood was crackin'
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And Poison was on everybody's tracklist
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Spandex was in fashion, back then
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And bad chicks had tracks in that lasted
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Before CD's, and internet the kings was in effect
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You fiends wasn't gettin' respect
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Before MP3s and CD-J's we pop in a tape cassette
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Chain on my chest, I'm fresh
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Let's take it back, b-b-b-back to the days of AC/DC Back in Black
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Gimme a mullet, a 1984 Chevrolet
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Alright I'm lyin' I was listenin' to rap
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OshKosh B'Gosh, stone wash, so hard
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Overalls hung, one strap on, one off
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Eatin' on my cold lunch, grabbin' on both nuts
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Mom I want a jerry curl; fuck this bowl cut
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Ice cube's got one
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Quick in my walkman
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Blowin' on the cartridge
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Hypercolor: "awesome!"
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Cube's in my pocket and I'm outta here
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I'm bouncin' and Sam Goody's not gettin' shit from my allowance
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Day dreamin' in class, know I'm zonin' out and
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Rosie Perez's titties are right where my mouth is
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Who says that white men can't jump? They were hella wrong!
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A'ight they were right, but I was really good at tetherball
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Before the days of gettin' drunk at kegs
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We were bumpin' some jodicie and dry-humpin' legs
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That's right: I was born in the '80s
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Pimpin', adventure shined upon my babysitter
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House party? crackin.
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Humpty dance? crackin.
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Never find the baby: David Bowie, Labyrinth.
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Why don't you reminisce and bring it back, rap shit
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Dodge caravan, humpin' in the back: classic.
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Before CDs and internet the kings was in effect
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You fiends wasn't gettin' respect
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Before MP3s and CD-Js, we pop in a tape cassette
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Chain on my chest, I'm fresh
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Crew Cuts
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