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If it ain't fresh then you ain't gettin' play in my tape deckWay back, i used to rock the hat with the suede strap at ABC'sBought my food from the ArabsPlayed craps on corners where the OG's slang atCross colors I'm the boss of the playgroundI hit you on the nuts 'cause I know how to play houseThe 8-ounce baby from '84 to grow upCleaner than my Easter suit was with my shoes buffedDon't step on my new onesThese Reeboks beat blocks, you give 'em a few pumpsBaby while you're at it too boo booShe came from a new school and all I wanna do is my zoom zoomMy uncle stayed faded like crew cutsBut 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 propsYou get clowned for rockin' British Nine to the sock hopThe BK stood for "black kids," the hood was crackin'And Poison was on everybody's tracklistSpandex was in fashion, back thenAnd bad chicks had tracks in that lastedBefore CD's, and internet the kings was in effectYou fiends wasn't gettin' respectBefore MP3s and CD-J's we pop in a tape cassetteChain on my chest, I'm freshSongtexteLet's take it back, b-b-b-back to the days of AC/DC Back in BlackGimme a mullet, a 1984 ChevroletAlright I'm lyin' I was listenin' to rapOshKosh B'Gosh, stone wash, so hardOveralls hung, one strap on, one offEatin' on my cold lunch, grabbin' on both nutsMom I want a jerry curl; fuck this bowl cutIce cube's got oneQuick in my walkmanBlowin' on the cartridgeHypercolor: "awesome!"Cube's in my pocket and I'm outta hereI'm bouncin' and Sam Goody's not gettin' shit from my allowanceDay dreamin' in class, know I'm zonin' out andRosie Perez's titties are right where my mouth isWho says that white men can't jump? They were hella wrong!A'ight they were right, but I was really good at tetherballBefore the days of gettin' drunk at kegsWe were bumpin' some jodicie and dry-humpin' legsThat's right: I was born in the '80sPimpin', adventure shined upon my babysitterHouse party? crackin.Humpty dance? crackin.Never find the baby: David Bowie, Labyrinth.Why don't you reminisce and bring it back, rap shitDodge caravan, humpin' in the back: classic.Before CDs and internet the kings was in effectYou fiends wasn't gettin' respectBefore MP3s and CD-Js, we pop in a tape cassetteChain on my chest, I'm fresh Aus Songtexte Mania