I was reminiscing in the kitchen, drinkin, thinkin' 'bout 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 pointin', callin' me out by my name
You nasty little nigga boy, you need to be ashamed
I had no vinyl, but I knew they knew where I live
They followed me and bothered me all the way to the crib, sayin'
I-Hi
I-Hi
I-Hi
I-Hi
I ran up in my room, took a look through my stack
Some of them were cool, some were crick, and some were cracked
Created a way to play 'em, my technique was so live
A nickel on a head to heel that scratched 45
A lot of warped LPs, look at how they swerve
Do you know what you listenin' to? It's some shit you never heard
We was dancin', swingin', movin' to the groove
But it's kinda hard to party when they pointin' at my shoes, sayin'
I-Hi
I-Hi
I-Hi
I-Hi
(Did it again!)
(Yes you did, motherfucker. I saw that. Everybody saw that, you fucked up.)
It's still the same
Ain't shit really changed
Some people gonna complain
If you're grown
Just go on and do your thing
Either rap or sing
Or just dance or chill
Take a chance if you will
Try to enjoy every day
When you're at work with no play
Cause either way
Somebody's gonna say
I-Hi
I-Hi
I-Hi
I-Hi
