paroles de chanson 1990 (Interlude) - G Yamazawa

When I was a young boy, and I heard that bass kick
Then I heard that high hat, then I heard that tape deck
Spinnin′ like the Earth inside of my mom's car
Made me wanna rule the world and I feel I′m not far
Man, you know this shit is grimy (Grimy), reppin' for that 1990
('90), you know who I am;
It′s Mister YAMAZAM′, I'm the hunnid-grand man
And I′m aiming for your place, cock, blam—hot-damn

This is for the East Side
From Vietnam to Fayette'nam
And above and beyond
For cholos and chicas
Who rolled in Toyota, Corolla, or Nissan
Provokin′ Hadokens with .44s and Levi's
Rollin′ that Indo though
Throwin' that peace sign
Hope is no cold case
No won't see that heat rise
While taking that Bart train from Frisco to Fremont
Our [?] is designed to arm our policeman
With far more power privatizing these prisons
Bills start to wither
And you need someone to lean on
Chills start to shiver down each spine
I wanna be a Durham legend just like Nnenna Freelon
I put the G in grind reppin′ for my generation
I′m from the South but I don't fuck with the Confederation
It′s Black art, Black culture, Black music
Is heavily influencing these white, brown, and yellow faces

Try me
Reppin' for that 1990, ′90, you know who I am;
It's Mister YAMAZAM′, I'm the hunnid-grand man
And I'm aiming for your place, hot blam—hot damn

Put your hands up
You know what it is
It′s the cancer
Legitimate immigrant anthem
We feel the same things, like, "Say my name right
Respect my late-great grandpa."

When I was a young boy, and I heard that bass kick
Then I heard that high hat, then I heard that tape deck
Spinnin′ like the Earth inside of my mom's car
Made me wanna rule the world and I feel I′m not far
Man, you know this shit is grimy, reppin' for that 1990
You know who I am;
It′s Mister YAMAZAM', I′m the hunnid-grand man
And I'm aiming for your place, cock, blam—hot-damn

—Was a young boy—