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Crew Cuts feat. Xperience Lyrics

[Verse 1: Xperience]
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 c***s 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 f*** if you got props
You get clowned for rockin' British Nine to the sock hop

[Hook]
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

[Hook]
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
[Verse 2: Macklemore]
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 jheri curl; f*** 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' s*** from my allowance
Day dreamin' in class, know I'm zonin' out and
Rosie Perez's t****** 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 b**pin' 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 s***
Dodge caravan, humpin' in the back: classic
[Hook]
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
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