Crew Cuts (Jake One Remix)

(i'm fresh...)

(yeah, ryan lewis...)

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 A-rabs

Played craps on corners with the OG slain gat

Uh, cross colours i'm the boss of the playground

I hit you on the nuts cos i know how to play house

The 8-ounce baby from eighty-four then grew 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 (all I wanna do is my zoom zoom)

My uncle stayed faded like crew cuts

But i was 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 Knights 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

Ya fiends wasn't gettin' respect

[respect...]

Before MP3s and CD-J's we pop in a tape cassette

Chain on my chest, I'm fresh

[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

[ra-rap ra-rap]

Oshkosh bagosh, stone wash, so hard

Overalls hung, one strap on, one off

Eatin' on my cold lunch, grabbin' on both nuts

Mama wanted jerry curl: fuck this bowl cut

Ice cube's got one

Quick in my walkman

Blowin' on the cartridge

Hypercolour: "awesome!"

Cube's in my pocket and i'm outta here I'm bouncin'

And sam goody's not gettin' shit from my allowance

Daydreamin' in class, no 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 shrined above 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

Ya fiends wasn't gettin' respect

Before MP3s and CD-Js, we pop in a tape cassette

Chain on my chest, i'm fresh

[fresh...]