The Koolest - 1995 Lyrics
((Dinero P))UhYeah,A One, two a one two.UhLike it’s 1995WhatNeroYeah, like it’s 1995.The girls with the doodoo braids as they walking byGot the cornrows on with the overalls, one strappin’ itEverybody kicking and they maxin and relaxin itFellas got J’s on the court and they attackin’ itYou better watch your kicks somebody contemplatin’ on jacking ‘em.We in a Brooklyn state of mind feelin fine,Like I just sipped a bottle of the finest wine.But it might all change in a secondSome funny brothers comin’ down the block so we protectedAll the niggas rushin to the stoop, cause we checked ‘emAnd then blue came through,That’s when everybody scatteredNobody wanna see a sidewalk with blood splatterUh, baby cause we matterI remember walking to the corner store for nutrimentChillin’ in the park, swingin’ after dark, life wasn’t really hardThat’s when Biggie Pac was the realest niggasAnd that’s when Rakim had the illest lyricsRedman and Method man was some crazy niggas.And yea Nas he always was a conscious figureI see and know that all of y’all are feelin’ meI’m wishing that I could take a time machineAnd we can go back to the finer thingsThen we can wake up from the crazy dream.Chorus (x2):Like like it’s 1995Like like it’s 1995Like like it’s 1995I’m lookin’ fresh I’m lookin’ flyLike it’s 1995Bridge:Aahh, I’m lookin’ so fly,Like it’s ‘95Yeah, yeah.I’m feelin so fly,So fresh and flyLike it’s ‘95(Said you rockin’ with The Koolest)Yeah, yeah.((Dan The Don))Uh, Knicks jersey and my timbs onFeeling like Pac in Above the Rim dawg.This song is for that back in the dayThat juicy in the tape deckR.I.P. to Big Smalls(baby, baby)Back when these streets was real hardGo through the wrong neighborhood and get gotWhen niggas on the west was hittin’ that crip walkBack when they was yelling one time for hip hopI’m feelin’ like it’s 1995Bumpin’ De La Soul and the TribeSmoking blunts gettin’ highHit the subway catch a ride on this New York city type of vibe.So tell ‘em gimme the mic and we gon rhyme tonightMan, put yo hands up and wave ‘em side to sideAt the crib watching David HasselhoffMichael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael KnightUh, Got my box fade looking rightIf I was from up north I’d probably be the Brooklyn typeMan ain’t no such thing as half way crooks,Mobb Deep told you don’t be acting shook tonightMore bars than Riker’s Island when I do this.Back when ODB was straight wildin’ with the Wu ClickCash rules everything, I’m trying to get my crew rich.1995 and you rockin’ with The Koolest.Chorus (x2):Like like it’s 1995Like like it’s 1995Like like it’s 1995I’m lookin fresh I’m looking flyLike it’s 1995Shimmy shimmy shimmy, shimmy yam, shimmy yayYeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squadShimmy shimmy shimmy, shimmy yam, shimmy yayOoh, Ooh, baby, I like it raw.((Napoleon Da Legend))Listening to music laced with Cuban on my neckRecording sessions at the studio with a cassetteSwords made of liquid and it would slice through the drumsRappers shook us every verse had to be nice in the sunRhyme schemes like a stepped out of a time machineThe top emcees had to have the livest steezSlang spoken in a language that’s brokenthe fans were open hand,Wrote it, god tampered and broken the manStoled the art,Started out in the parkAnd got commercialThen it got controversialAnd cops wanted to search youWe was lurkin’ through the dark before the spotlight hit usAnd the magazines used to want to spotlight the realestWe’re illest.Where commense sense would start a resurrectionTotal recall nowadays erasing my recollectionOf that feeling I was getting when I banged it in the whipAnd if you sound corny, fans were abandoning your ship.Trash were last, like a flash in a panBefore Instagram rap or paint a picture for the fansRemember when verses used to throw you a jewelPete Rock asked, will they reminisce over you?Styles were different, wild with the visionsBeautiful songs were made from a foul way of thinkingMust be something in the water they drinkingThat gave rise to some of the illest back in 1995.RespectShimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yayYeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squadShimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yayOoh, baby, I like it raw.Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yayYeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squadShimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yayOoh, baby, I like it raw.
