1988 Lyrics

Circuit City I started off

Kicker box, sunvisor

My Girl had a '88 VW Golf

Or a Cabriolet…

Can't pin or remember it PURE

But I rocked a cardigan or a trench coat fasho!

Acid wash pimp, Al B. Sure

"Night and Day"

A nice array of KICKS

Ellesse or Blue on Blue or Saucony

Saucy with the jeans flipped

At the bottom

In Oakland California where the summer lands in autumn

Letterman jacket,

tropical floral shorts three-fourths

And some fresh ass Fila flip flops of course

In jest I'd beat my chest

Zulu

Black Uhuru

Coo-coo

Crack era teen

The biggest hustler I'd seen

Pulled up in a Pantera, that was pig shit green

Bury me on the dance floor

Hammer

The big shit was Big Daddy Kane,

Street professionals or Mr T or Slick Rick's chain

MAC Red lipstick & asymmetricals on bitches was official!

Patin leather shoes

Military issued

Knuckles before the pistols

Flint's barbecue gristle

Eatin anything I'd get my hands on

And then I'd get my dance on

Keg parties on weekends

Didn't wanna keep my pants on

Playin quarters

Disobeying orders

Break a leg

Back then I'd even beg,

And then I learned game

In 1988

Long before it was Grindstone as the name

White Cadillac, Too $hort BITCH

Auntie Clara

I was aware-a

The fact that I'm historic!!!