| Way, way, way back days, the year, 1983 | |
| Had to get a job, had to make some mon-ne-ne | |
| Picked up a pen and a pad, droppes reality | |
| Never thinking that | |
| I would live to see the day | |
| I rocked my own | |
| CDWe used to do the dance we called wobie-wobie | |
| Now S.T.P. 1993, so | |
| Hollywood get out my way | |
| My mom's words seems like yesterday, "Love Jesus, don't forget to pray." | |
| She most have gone with the boss | |
| D.J. Right? | |
| Next thing you know, skinny coming with the 9 mm' | |
| Cause he who has the money has the authority | |
| And respect to the man with the ozi | |
| The 808 kit is on my hit list | |
| And this beat's cooking like a piped out bliss | |
| It wasn't hard to do, it so easy | |
| Because to me loops come naturaly | |
| Mom's words seem like yesterday | |
| And now in '94 we got an | |
| S.T.PA half pack of smokes, and oh yes, aunt | |
| BeaA fifteen pack of | |
| Old Millwalkee | |
| A Dalmation and a girlfriend, but | |
| I ain't got no mon-ne-ne-ne | |
| The 808 is within my reach | |
| Sublime beats are comin' straight from | |
| Long Beach | |
| If you think that hollywood didn't get what he deserved | |
| Call 808 kid to get served |
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