(Verse 1)
I was reminiscing in the kitchen drinkin thinkin about the past
Lookin for some records just diggin in the trash
Searching for something to ease a young little mind
Other little kids they run up on me from behind
They was laughin and point callin me out by my name
You nasty little nigga boy you need to be ashamed
I had new vinyl but I knew they knew where I live
They followed me and bothered me all the way to the crib, saying

(Chorus)
I-HI, I-HI
I-HI, I-HIIA

(Verse 2)
I ran up in my room took a look through my stack
Some of them were cool, some were cricked, some were cracked
Created a way to play em my technique was so live
An nickel on the head to heal the scratched 45
A lot of warped LP's look at how they swerve
Do you know what you listenin to it's some shit you never heard
We was dancing swingin movin to the groove
But it's kinda hard to party when they pointing at my shoes, sayin

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(Man)
Did it again, yes you did motherfucker
I saw that everybody saw that, you fucked up

(Verse 3)
It's still the same ain't shit really changed
Some people gonna complain if you grown just gone and do your thang
Either rap or sang, or just dance and chill
Take a chance if you will, try and enjoy everyday
When you're at work or at play
Cause either way somebody's gonna say

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