Текст песни Crew Cuts (feat. Xperience) [Jake One Remix] - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis
I'm
fresh,
I'm
fresh,
I'm
fresh...
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,
uh
Cross
colors,
I'm
the
boss
of
the
playground
Iesha
on
the
nuts,
cuz,
I
knew
how
to
play
house
The
8 oz.
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,
why
your
attitude,
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
fuck
if
you
got
props
You
get
clowned
for
rockin'
British
Knights
to
the
sock
hop
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
Before
CDs
and
Internet
the
kings
was
in
effect
You
fiends
wasn't
gettin'
respect
(uh,
rock
with
it,
child)
Before
mp3s
and
CD-Js,
we
pop
in
a
tape
cassette
Chain
on
my
chest,
I'm
fresh
(I'm
fresh,
I'm
fresh...)
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
lying,
I
was
listening
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,
fuck
this
bowl
cut
Ice
Cube's
got
one
Quik
in
my
Walkman
Blowin'
on
the
cartridge
Hypercolor,
awesome
Kube's
in
my
pocket
and
I'm
outta
here
I'm
bouncing
and
Sam
Goody's
not
getting
shit
from
my
allowance
Day
dreaming
in
class,
know
I'm
zoning
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
getting
drunk
at
kegs
We
were
bumping
some
Jodeci
and
dry-humpin'
legs
That's
right,
I
was
born
in
the
'80s
Pimpin',
adventurous,
tryin
to
bone
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
shit
Dodge
Caravan,
humpin'
in
the
back,
classic
Before
CDs
and
Internet
the
kings
was
in
effect
You
fiends
wasn't
gettin'
respect
(uh,
rock
with
it
child)
Before
mp3s
and
CD-Js,
we
pop
in
a
tape
cassette
Chain
on
my
chest,
I'm
fresh
(I'm
fresh,
I'm
fresh...)
I'm
fresh,
I'm
fresh,
I'm
fresh...
Check
me,
me
out
(hell
yeah,
hell
yeah...)
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