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September, seventh gradeO.P. shorts on enemies madeI was a new fool at a new schoolAbout to get beat up 'cause my clothes weren't coolPurple shirt with a Kool-Aid stainIn room 201 I had been detainedLast year's fashions earned some face smashingsLast year's fashions earned some face smashingsThey used to get us on pizza dayWe used bamafied sneakers for the getawayBK, Turntec, Sportif, tooVelcro pouch on my kangaroosThat's okay, it was pizza dayBobos, freshMy bobos was bumpin' freshI took a chance on some parachute pantsKnowing full damn well that I could not danceBetamax player on breaker twoWas the inspiration for my brand new shoesPut the cardboard down and played Kool Moe DeeThe baddest little sucker that you ever did seeHighwater tight cuff London FogHighwater tight cuff London FogSongtexteDid I know, and it's sad to sayMy bamafied gear was for the SCAMy style poor, intentions goodYou get smacked in the headIf you ain't from the hoodThat's okay, it was pizza dayThat's okay, well, it was pizza dayThat's ok, well it was pizza dayBobos, freshMy bobos was bumbin' fresh (x2)That's ok it was pizza dayThat's ok it was pizza dayThat's ok, well it was pizza dayNow look at me 21st centuryIf I had known then how it would beI would have walked tall with my head held highThe future Mr. Super FlyAlthough we graduated and the yearbook pictures fadedWe got wisdom to impart to youTrust your fashion sense and your bobos tooBobos, freshmy bobos was bumpin' fresh (x3) Aus Songtexte Mania