Pure Gold (feat. Kemo)

Flat bush, kick push, boogie board Punch drunk, punch kick, super hard Bruce Lee, Spike Lee, broken nose Pop's home, pop's gone, broken home Live Aid, A-Team, fly like Mike Recess, schoolbooks, dynamite Backpack, Headphones, B.D.P. Ice Cube, Fresh Prince, MTV It was mix tapes, spray cans, subway trains It was black books, markers and halls of fame It was shell toe Adidas with super fat laces And the girls with the knee socks rocking the braces, yo It was basketball and smoking pot And pushing down the pedal till the motor's hot Rum and Coke a lot, Karmacoma style When push came to shove, it was love, listen It was getting tattoos, smoking cigarettes It was Zig Zag papers, time to build a spliff It was getting digits, kinda hit and miss It was happiness, lies and kids, come on It was making out for hours, sharing a shower It was sleepover parties, it was midnight hours, ya Getting into fights, dodging the cops We was rocking the club on the drop (drop) You can change the fashion, you can change the style But you can't change the way that I feel about time 'Cause time went gold in '89 And kept it live through '95 It was cross color gear and hopscotch Fat boomin' cassettes when the box rocks It was gazin' the lights from the rooftop And then grinding the slides in the boondocks It was big-checkered shirts over long sleeves It was trips to the 'Dam for the strong weed We were so free and wild it was gnarly, yo It was party bullshit back to party It was 2-wheel and 3-wheel and 4-wheel drive It was hip-hop and jungle and reggae live Peace, love, unity, respect vibes It was ladybug, doodlebug and butterfly It was def jam jokes and delirious All them old folks complain and fearin' us 'Cause our magic was strong and mysterious We got serious on the drop (drop)