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We go back...
Like high top fades, finger waves
crochet braids, and better days.
We go back...
Like street fights and British Knights
When love making required 12 play
and I was something like his Jeep
When Bobby swore ain't nobody humpin' around
and crack was not yet wack.
When L.L. was going back to Cali
Cause it never rained in Southern California
We go back...
With overalls with one strap hangin'
Cross Colors cause it was bangin'
Gangsta Nikes and ....
Wait..we were more into Ellesse.
Shorts with the leather on the front ! That was the shit !
You had patches...me? Cow print !
Stankin' feet from wearin' 2 to 3 pair of socks
It was all about how many colors you could rock.
We go back...
Jerri curls and gumby cuts
When the bigger the gold chain
the more the fame
When street lights were like kryptonite
and Queen Latifah was still a dyke.
U.N.I.T.Y !! Thats spells LESBIAN !!
Back in the day when I didn't have to be uncomfortable going to church. Now they see a tattoo and drag you to the front for salvation.
Ten minutes later you're told you're
now part of the ministry, the youth group, and the choir.
Say they call themselves "Crip Walkin' for Jesus Ruff Riders"
I walk away saying my ink will NOT be on my ledger.
All this while standing before the preacher
who's sermon was about whores
Who is the same man I gave a table dance to the week before.
Don't worry. He must have been there on business cause he still layed hands on me.
Sorry. I'm off topic.
We go back....
When Charles was still in Charge and the midget still didn't know what the fuck Willis was talkin' bout.
When Barbie and the Rockers were who I wanted to be.
But the dyke in me rose up with my head held high
Screaming "Thunder ! Thunder ! ThunderCats ! HOOOO !!!"
We go back...
When there were no grills, just one gold.
When there was no A.D.D. Just bad ass kids.
Flat tops, jelly shoes
Men in tights, and Public Enemy in the news.
Knowing that you know at least one person who
lost their virginity playing "Hide & Go Get"
The higher the hair was like revealing your level of freedom!
Men competed on flat tops like it symbolized who was king.
When love songs had the power to heal.
A group of men danced in unison and the words were real!
When LeVert brought women to their knees.
*Casanova ! Me & Romeo ain't never been friends !
Can't you see how much I really love ya !
Gonna sing it to you time and time again !
Oh ! Casanova ! *
Yeahhhh...you feel me
We go back...
Youngins' bout' to break their back doin' the Harlem Shake
Back then my moves only consisted of the Butterfly
Years before that it was the Snake.
When penny loafers were part of my gear.
And I would only rock em' if my penny showed the current year.
When Whodini only had ONE LOVE.
and Kool Moe Dee told us how the Wild Wild West was won.
We go back...
Hammer pants, leather pants
zipper jackets, members only jackets.
and a kango to match it !
In my dreams I am killed by the hands of time.
I throw a trash can at the pearly gates and scream..
"RADIOOOOOOO !!!!!"
I stand before God wearing a flannel jacket, bamboo earrings (at least two pair), chic jeans, a New Edition shirt, L.A. Gear sneakers, 3 fat gold chains, the black Michael's white glove on one hand and a copy of New Jack City in the other.
I stand tall and belt out..
"AM.I.MY.BROTHER'S.KEEPER !!!!"
And God answers back.
" YES I AM !!!"
Dawn Michelle
Like high top fades, finger waves
crochet braids, and better days.
We go back...
Like street fights and British Knights
When love making required 12 play
and I was something like his Jeep
When Bobby swore ain't nobody humpin' around
and crack was not yet wack.
When L.L. was going back to Cali
Cause it never rained in Southern California
We go back...
With overalls with one strap hangin'
Cross Colors cause it was bangin'
Gangsta Nikes and ....
Wait..we were more into Ellesse.
Shorts with the leather on the front ! That was the shit !
You had patches...me? Cow print !
Stankin' feet from wearin' 2 to 3 pair of socks
It was all about how many colors you could rock.
We go back...
Jerri curls and gumby cuts
When the bigger the gold chain
the more the fame
When street lights were like kryptonite
and Queen Latifah was still a dyke.
U.N.I.T.Y !! Thats spells LESBIAN !!
Back in the day when I didn't have to be uncomfortable going to church. Now they see a tattoo and drag you to the front for salvation.
Ten minutes later you're told you're
now part of the ministry, the youth group, and the choir.
Say they call themselves "Crip Walkin' for Jesus Ruff Riders"
I walk away saying my ink will NOT be on my ledger.
All this while standing before the preacher
who's sermon was about whores
Who is the same man I gave a table dance to the week before.
Don't worry. He must have been there on business cause he still layed hands on me.
Sorry. I'm off topic.
We go back....
When Charles was still in Charge and the midget still didn't know what the fuck Willis was talkin' bout.
When Barbie and the Rockers were who I wanted to be.
But the dyke in me rose up with my head held high
Screaming "Thunder ! Thunder ! ThunderCats ! HOOOO !!!"
We go back...
When there were no grills, just one gold.
When there was no A.D.D. Just bad ass kids.
Flat tops, jelly shoes
Men in tights, and Public Enemy in the news.
Knowing that you know at least one person who
lost their virginity playing "Hide & Go Get"
The higher the hair was like revealing your level of freedom!
Men competed on flat tops like it symbolized who was king.
When love songs had the power to heal.
A group of men danced in unison and the words were real!
When LeVert brought women to their knees.
*Casanova ! Me & Romeo ain't never been friends !
Can't you see how much I really love ya !
Gonna sing it to you time and time again !
Oh ! Casanova ! *
Yeahhhh...you feel me
We go back...
Youngins' bout' to break their back doin' the Harlem Shake
Back then my moves only consisted of the Butterfly
Years before that it was the Snake.
When penny loafers were part of my gear.
And I would only rock em' if my penny showed the current year.
When Whodini only had ONE LOVE.
and Kool Moe Dee told us how the Wild Wild West was won.
We go back...
Hammer pants, leather pants
zipper jackets, members only jackets.
and a kango to match it !
In my dreams I am killed by the hands of time.
I throw a trash can at the pearly gates and scream..
"RADIOOOOOOO !!!!!"
I stand before God wearing a flannel jacket, bamboo earrings (at least two pair), chic jeans, a New Edition shirt, L.A. Gear sneakers, 3 fat gold chains, the black Michael's white glove on one hand and a copy of New Jack City in the other.
I stand tall and belt out..
"AM.I.MY.BROTHER'S.KEEPER !!!!"
And God answers back.
" YES I AM !!!"
Dawn Michelle