jakarri 1970's şarkı sözleri
Throw back to the 70s, wasn't even alive then
The beat just reminds him of beehives and drive ins
Old pimps coked up, young whores get choked up
Philly just a city, they use papers to roll up
Black chicks was biddies, the white ones had they nose up
Interracial dating, you might just get your throat cut
Riding with the Panthers in black hats and trench coats
Holding it down for the people, we all was dead broke
Waking up the next day, flapjacks and French toast
Nationwide movement from Cali beaches to East coast
Pouring glue right in your bag, you can't afford dope
Real dancing up in the club, it was floor show
Model in my lap, holding a bottle, spilling yac
In the back of a new Cadillac, floor show model
Ducking from the draft, partying at the discos
Parties with the red light, DJ playing Calypso
Nixon was a trip, yo sorry, Dick was a trick though
Promised he was ending the war, he ain't do shit though
War at the Olympics, warring up in the Middle East
War up in America, blacks versus the punk police
It was all good though, block parties on every street
If you had a problem you fought, nobody brought the heat
Herc made Hip-Hop, still he a legend to me
40 years later we still rapping over these beats