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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Jason Stephens
Timothy Jason Stephens
Songwriter
Chris Wiggins
Chris Wiggins
Songwriter
Jamal Bullock
Jamal Bullock
Songwriter
Tone Jonez
Tone Jonez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timothy Jason Stephens
Timothy Jason Stephens
Mixing Engineer
Tone Jonez
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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