Crew Cuts (feat. Xperience) [Jake One Remix]

I'm fresh, I'm fresh, I'm fresh... 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 craps on corners where the OG's slang at, uh Cross colors, I'm the boss of the playground Iesha on the nuts, cuz, I knew how to play house The 8 oz. 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, why your attitude, 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 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 CDs and Internet the kings was in effect You fiends wasn't gettin' respect (uh, rock with it, child) Before mp3s and CD-Js, we pop in a tape cassette Chain on my chest, I'm fresh (I'm fresh, I'm 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 lying, I was listening 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, fuck this bowl cut Ice Cube's got one Quik in my Walkman Blowin' on the cartridge Hypercolor, awesome Kube's in my pocket and I'm outta here I'm bouncing and Sam Goody's not getting shit from my allowance Day dreaming in class, know I'm zoning 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 getting drunk at kegs We were bumping some Jodeci and dry-humpin' legs That's right, I was born in the '80s Pimpin', adventurous, tryin to bone 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 You fiends wasn't gettin' respect (uh, rock with it child) Before mp3s and CD-Js, we pop in a tape cassette Chain on my chest, I'm fresh (I'm fresh, I'm fresh...) I'm fresh, I'm fresh, I'm fresh... Check me, me out (hell yeah, hell yeah...)