Lyrics

1989 the number. Another summer. This beat got me reminiscing about when I was younger. I recall, back in the days, in eighth grade. High top fade. House Party Kid n Play. Do anything to get some gear from Chess King. Watching the premier of "Do the Right Thing". I'm starting to write rhymes yeah I'm playing with the grammar. Saw my first show when I went to see Hammer. Get off in the hood and I'm chillin at grandmas. We playing the dozens, seeing all of my cousins. Playing Uno on the table till we saw the roach run by. Very hot day, we went outside. We walkin through the park people grillin in the garbage cans. BBQ with the greens to set it off man. Kinda like the Jewish do with Botzmitvahs. The memories is on the wall like picture.
(You're the one.)
Music is life since back in the day. I love Hip-Hop in all its ways. MC's so fresh, spittin rhymes, getting paid. Pay my respects cause you paved the way. Without the past there would be no now. So spark up the grill and bring the family around. Laid back hypnotized to the funky sound. We paying homage to the cats who was first to lay it down.
Lets take some time to go back in the day. Rockin Cross Colors with my hi-top fade. Sportin L.A. Gear and British Knights. Tef was so fly then been livin the life. Nothin like summertime in Memphis, Tenn. Surrounded by my kin let the party begin. Years before the mic my mind started to write. Now I'm grown and appreciate the words I recite. I love to think back to them good old days. No 9 to 5. I just woke and played. BBQ on my plate like every other night. Yeah I live in the hood but my block was tight. Old heads had they 40's wrapped in brown bags. Thought they was slick hid the weed in the Crown bag. On the block don the running man. Now bust a cabbage patch welcome to my hood man.
Music is life since back in the day. I love Hip-Hop in all its ways. MC's so fresh, spittin rhymes, getting paid. Pay my respects cause you paved the way. Without the past there would be no now. So spark up the grill and bring the family around. Laid back hypnotized to the funky sound. We paying homage to the cats who was first to lay it down.
Remember way back when I was younger cat. Playing with Transformers, G.I. Joe's, and Thundercats. I used watch that show. I loved them cartoons. Mama said get inside cause its getting dark soon. I was a clepto. First sign of being a goon. I couldn't let go of listening to gangsta rap tunes. On the way to being a crook, why try to keep it straight? The year was '88. N.W.A. was so great. Couldn't afford the real deal, I got the bootleg tape. Ice Cube, Eazy-E, MC Ren, and Dre. DJ yella and Arabian prince too. Ice-T was cool he showed me what a pimp do. Public Enemy taught me how to fight the power G. I loved the Ghetto Boys, Scarface, Billy Willy D. Back the Face went by the name DJ Action. Pac hit the scene in '91 and killed with a passion.
Music is life since back in the day. I love Hip-Hop in all its ways. MC's so fresh, spittin rhymes, getting paid. Pay my respects cause you paved the way. Without the past there would be no now. So spark up the grill and bring the family around. Laid back hypnotized to the funky sound. We paying homage to the cats who was first to lay it down