Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Jason Stephens
Songwriter
Chris Wiggins
Songwriter
Jamal Bullock
Songwriter
Tone Jonez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timothy Jason Stephens
Mixing Engineer
Tone Jonez
Producer
Lyrics
80's baby, baby
It's only right
This for all my happy people
Who remember growing up without Nintendo
Yelling out the window
Better be home 'fore the lights come on
Yep, I remember them days
And I wouldn't trade 'em for the world
What more can I say?
See we didn't have much
But what we had we made the most of it
Playing thrown 'em up, buss 'em up
Open chest, can't forget sweat
Good times, I sure do miss 'em
Now I want you to come with me
While I'm reminiscin', listen
Ridin' through the city with my windows down
And my music turned up to the max, yeah
It's been a minute since you heard it like this
And everybody bobbin' their heads
As they hear that sound
You know the beat takin' you back, yeah
You know that old school flavor don't miss
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this
Just a young kid from the Riv, mm
With a dream I would do it big, mm
They said I was smokin' but I never tried a cig
They was goin' out to play
But I would stay up in the crib
Writin' how I lived on this paper, mm
Some told me I was weird
Some told me "Get your paper!"
California livin' 'cause California my nature
Ding dong ditch, was always disturbin' neighbors
Parkside village never forget where I came from
When I get on gon' change up, nah homie we major
Home of the Rams, Dodgers and the Lakers
'Member used to ride shotgun, E would take us
On that '91 Pac playing, sun out, windows down
So I yell it every time I'm on these stages
Ridin' through the city with my windows down
And my music turned up to the max, yeah
It's been a minute since you heard it like this
And everybody bobbin' their heads
As they hear that sound
You know the beat takin' you back, yeah
You know that old school flavor don't miss
J South
You know you wasn't born in the 80's
If you never bought an Icee from the candy lady
She gon' check yes if she likes you
Soda cans in the spokes of your bike
Make it sound like a motorcycle
Jumpin' off of porches
Get two couches and my momma's best sheets
And mess around and build a fortress
Talkin' 'bout courtship
If you never took her on a date to the skatin' rink
Then you wasn't the boyfriend!
Instagram who? Facebook who?
Durag with the duke grease just to look cool
With my touch-up paint made the kicks look new
Ya best friend momma whipped them
And then whooped you!
U-N-I-T-Y, real unity
It be them old school songs that be soothin' me
It be them old school beats that me movin' me
80s baby, play this at me eulogy, until then I'm...
Ridin' through the city with my windows down
And my music turned up to the max, yeah
It's been a minute since you heard it like this
And everybody bobbin' their heads
As they hear that sound
You know the beat takin' you back, yeah
You know that old school flavor don't miss
Ridin' through the city with my windows down
And my music turned up to the max, yeah
It's been a minute since you heard it like this
And everybody bobbin' their heads
As they hear that sound
You know the beat takin' you back, yeah
You know that old school flavor don't miss
Writer(s): Trevor James, Vivienne Stephenson
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