Class Of 88

Class of 88 My daddy loved me But he barely hugged me In the days of Kswiss & Bennton rugbies Crack era was ugly But still fresh as a muthafucka The streets will hook u Or they'll uppercut ya I've been influenced By school truants & righteous students Obeyed the law But still victims of the jurisprudence So In contrast Some shit we didn't broadcast Cuz if u talked fast Then that's your ass! When The hill brothers was selling butter I would study the scriptures Under Kevin mother Peace to Big Steve That was Kevin Brother Lost my old Dad 87 summer He was a petty hustler Like his mother Muda But still a big deal To me & my little brother I was raised to respect each & every brother But if a rapper try to diss, I'll crush the muthafucka! Class of 88 I was kooler then Rick The Ruler in suede pumas & nike cortezes, had a pro-ked fetish I had all the colors, fly young brother Posted on the corner like im posing for a album cover Hat cocked & my bop made me a double threat But my belt buckle & name plate made me stupid fresh The cazals was glassless And The gold tooth, had me cheesing with the creases in my Lee Suit. Boom! Talking mid 80s Earlier maybe Fat laces was crazy We used to change em daily Had to match what ever color LeTigre was Stepped in the party with the leather bomber, was a problem We was doing it in the park like the Blackbyrds I had a shag with my waves going backwards Even if i took a breather U couldn't catch me neither Still ran a skutter without no laces in my Adidas Class of 88 Biz was Goin off Jeff & Fresh Prince Sup & Rud dropped that Girls got em locked shit Ice T had Darlene on the Power cover We said shit like On The Strength And Word to the Mother Ultra Mag, Big Daddy Kane, Eric & Ra, BDP, & Rob Bass & EZ Rock Jungle Bros was the crew that sparked the native tongues De la was the plugs My uzi weighted a ton Rebel without a pause Too black too strong Milk & Giz was chillin That was a classic song These were some classic times Wish I could rewind If u had a righteous mind That's God Cipher Divine And I'm, a product of my environment The streets never lead anyone to retirement But I embodied it Face it head on & bodied it The new intelligent hoodlum I am it Class of 88