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 Arabs
Played craps on corners where the OG´s slang at
Cross colors I´m the boss of the playground
I hit you on the nuts ´cause I know how to play house
The 8-ounce baby from ´84 to grow 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
My uncle stayed faded like crew cuts
But I was just 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 Nine 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
You fiends wasn´t gettin´ respect
Before MP3s and CD-J´s we pop in a tape cassette
Chain on my chest, I´m 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

OshKosh B´Gosh, stone wash, so hard
Overalls hung, one strap on, one off
Eatin´ on my cold lunch, grabbin´ on both nuts
Mom I want a jerry curl; fuck this bowl cut
Ice cube´s got one
Quick in my walkman
Blowin´ on the cartridge
Hypercolor: "awesome!"
Cube´s in my pocket and I´m outta here
I´m bouncin´ and Sam Goody´s not gettin´ shit from my allowance

Day dreamin´ in class, know 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´, adventure shined upon 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
You fiends wasn´t gettin´ respect
Before MP3s and CD-Js, we pop in a tape cassette
Chain on my chest, I´m fresh