paroles de chanson # 1 - Joe Budden

Joey

Let's go, back in the days before your present
Back when it was a little more pleasant
Before I knew this rap shit would ever lure me in
Let's go back like Mike Fox in the Delorean
Back in the day shit, back to the basics
When brass knuckles used to leave a nigga face ticked
It's back to the Diadoras and the Asics
It's back to the New Editon and The Take 6

I'm number one, one, one, one
Damn, it feels good to see hip-hop say it's number one

Let's go way back if you able to do the math, yeah
I'm talkin' 'bout the pool table in the cafe, yeah
When the strip was introduced to Paruiqo
Commodore 64 and Coleco
Not back to Cali', back to the valley
Back to Dapadere, y'all back to Bali
Back before Puma and Stange'
Before Zhane and go a little further back to Kwame
Damn, we came a long way

I'm number one, one, one, one
Damn, it feels good to see hip-hop say it's number one

I remember breakdancin' cardboards and backflips
The royal blue and the orange Patricks
Woudn't like you homo sucka's
I had the low top Converse, 'cause I could change my logos color
I remember way back when every clan was stylin'
Flava Flav clocks and X-Clan medallions
In class see a girl, you glance at her
Pass her a note: "Do you like me? Circle an answer"

I'm number one, one, one, one
Damn, it feels good to see hip-hop say it's number one

Winter's not the best time warm it up, Kane had came through
The eight ball jackets and Columbia Rain suits
We ain't pay minds to the length of our chains
Transformers was a dance, Decepticons was a gang
Y'all I'm talkin' 'bout sheep skins
Talkin' 'bout wearin' two pair of jeans when moms gave me a beatin'
After school, three o'clock we was able to fight
Pork dibs y'all, two turntables and Mike like

I'm number one, one, one, one
Damn, it feels good to see hip-hop say it's number one

What about when Public Enemy came out and they dropped a classic?
Or the Pee-Wee Herman and the Roger Rabbit
And the nerds took our tests and they passed 'em for us
Back to the rooftop, back to Latin quarters
The old school's new school now, it's the same old
It's back to Fila's, gazelles and Kango's
It's back to 40 ounces, back to OE
Not back to rope chains but back to Gold teeth

I was the class clown just snappin' at cats
Let's go back to the sure in with the matchin' hats
Remember the Real Roxanne, remember all the feds
Remember Kool Moe Dee remember Lord Finesse
I bumped Run-D.M.C. almost every weekend
The Bronx and Queensbridge just couldn't stop beefin'
Kept it on wax, they ain't have to pack heat
Back to Ron Zee tapes, back to Black Sheep

I'm number one, one, one, one
Damn, it feels good to see hip-hop say it's number one

Come on say it with me
I'm talkin' old Bobby Brown before he dug Whitney
I used bring all my toys in the tub with me
A snotty nose kid eatin' boogers
It was Ultimate Warrior and Jimmy Fly Snooka on
Sometimes I read scriptures like Psalms maybe
And I didn't wanna go to church but my moms made me
TV made me laugh
I remember Night Rider, Kit used to save his ass

Let's go back to spoonin', back to Black Moon and
Back to when wrestlin' had its own cartoon and
They used to sleep on us, now they demand us
Will Smith told parents they just can't understand us
Back to playin' the dozens
Back to humpin' our prettiest girl cousin
Psyche! I'm buggin'
N.W.A. was simply known
Let's get back on the block, I'm talkin Quincy Jones
I gotta Jones y'all

I'm number one, one, one, one
Damn, it feels good to see hip-hop say it's number one

Let's go back before I burned the booth
When Tevin Campbell was ill, before the whole world learned the truth
Hip-hop had a message, then dudes was droppin'
I never got what I wanted on back to school shoppin'
Think about it, used to be about shit
That was back when I still got Easter outfits
We all grew up all older folks
It's more than just the music, it's the culture, folks

We number one, one, one, one
Damn, it feels good to see hip-hop say it's number one
We number one, one, one, one

Remember sugar water
What was the name of the fuckin' drink
That they said the fuckin triple K
The Klu Klux Klan and shit had put some shit in and
All the black niggaz were gon' die - huh?
Whatever that was, you niggaz knew about it