MacklemoreCrew Cuts

[Verse 1: Xperience] 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 Cross colors I'm the boss of the playground I hit you on the nuts cause I know how to play house The 8-ounce 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 while you're at it too 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 f**k if you got props You get clowned for rockin' British Nine to the sock hop [Hook:] 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 [Hook:] Before cd's, and internet the kings was in effect You fiends wasn't gettin' respect Before mp3s and cd-J's we pop in a tape cassette Chain on my chest, I'm fresh [Verse 2: Macklemore] 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 lyin' I was listenin' 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; f**k this bowl cut Ice Cube's got one Quick in my walkman Blowin' on the cartridge Hypercolor: "awesome! " Cube's in my pocket and I'm outta here I'm bouncin' and Sam Goody's not gettin' s**t from my allowance Day dreamin' in class, know I'm zonin' 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 gettin' drunk at kegs We were bumpin' some jodicie and dry-humpin' legs That's right: I was born in the '80s Pimpin', adventure shined upon 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 s**t Dodge caravan, humpin' in the back: classic [Hook:] Before cds and internet the kings was in effect You fiends wasn't gettin' respect Before mp3s and cd-Js, we pop in a tape cassette Chain on my chest, I'm fresh
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