Flashback

[Intro: Crazy Legs] Rock Steady was a b-boy crew, but to me it's all about Hip-Hop So, Rock Steady is a Hip-Hop crew now It's about all four elements And we represent those lovely Skratch Picklz, Arsonists All the b-boys that are down with us The b-girls, we have some dope b-girls And you know, we got graff artists like East and Zero T It's just straight up on skills This is Crazy Legs from the Rock Steady Crew, I'm out Hip-Hop was breaking, spray paintin' full train cars DJ's cutting, emcees presents the ghetto stars I was the skinny shorty wop, with the bop in my step Chams de Baron tailoreds, Playboys and I was set Running through the streets of the Boogie with a bang Pops was kinda strict, so at times I couldn't hang But whateva the case, I stuck close to my Hip-Hop Somethin' in my soul just kept that, on lock And oppurtunity never knocked, but we was still open Saying ish like "fresh," like "def"; dopin' And crack was on the corner, rumblin' the dry goods With something I decided never to pursue in my hood I was too busy in the middle of the streets playing skelly With Ray and Big Lou, listenin' to Flash and Melle And rockin' block parties, seemed to be my route But I had to give that up, they always ended in shootouts Hip-Hop was rhyming, hard timin', radio hits No DATs, so the DJ's was still in the mix Graffiti and breaking took a back seat 'Cause the A&R's couldn't figure how to make they ends meet I was the high school rapper to the girls in the hall While my nigga Clarence Grier was slammin' with a basketball Tune my radio on a Saturday night Daydreamin' 'bout grippin' mics and being in the spotlight Fat rope chains, in a pair of A.J.'s in the P.J's Frontin' like I had status (What!) Who's the baddest? The brotha on Swinton Ave, though fresh out the lab You just couldn't tell Q-Unique what he couldn't have It all started in Bushwick, defacin' the community Around the way, all you saw was nothin' but graffiti As a shorty I was poppin', never could I ever stand still Always battlin', 'cause it was all about the skills Never learned windmills, but my boogie took me places When I started emceeing, I kept it fat like my laces Wrestlin' was the bomb, kept me from doing my homework Radio was my thing, when Red Alert went berserk [Chorus] Yes, yes, y'all, let me get some 'Cause we never forgot where we came from Yes, yes, y'all, let me get some 'Cause we never forgot where we came from Yes, yes, y'all, let me get some 'Cause we never forgot where we came from Yes, yes, y'all, let me get some 'Cause we never forgot where we came from