Crew Cuts (feat. Xperience) [Jake One Remix]

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...)