Pushin' drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate   That was a uncanny era, in my pants   Yeah, X Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade      Homicide an' Feds on the blocks where I played, b-ball   That's when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause   'Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto   Was told to stay strong an' I could beat the devil      'Cause yo, I used to play Apollo Balcony seats   Watchin' swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets   The car show, 560's, chemical afros   Acuras pumpin' Super Lover Cee an' Casanova      Live chicks be, bustin' out of they clothes   Wearin' lip gloss, big door knockers pealin' they earlobes   So where them years go? Where the old gold beers an' cheers go?   But now them shorties here doe, so      The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs   Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?   The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they   An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, one mo' time      The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs   Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?   The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they   An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, right      Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull   In army boots, yellin, "Join the armed forces"   We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons   Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes      There's still a lot of crawlin' in the carpet offices   War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us   They won't be servin' the beast too long   The murderers wearin' police uniforms, confederate flags I burn      Beat street breakers were dancin' to the music I chose   An' Peachtree Atlantic heads was tootin' they nose   In frozen corners of Chicago, loaded up Llama's children   With an' double      We devil incarnates, headed for jail   Where Shell gas company in South Africa be havin' us killed   Your paper money was the death of Christ   An' all these shorties comin' up, just resurrect your life   It's like a cycle      The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs   Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?   The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they   An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, one mo' time      The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs   Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?   The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they   An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, right      Used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up   That's when we were lied to, buyin' hair products   Back before my generation, when our blackness started disintegratin'   'Til awareness started penetratin'      The styles come from prison, they used potatoes makin' liquor   Just to prove we some creative   Turnin' nothin' into somethin', is God work   An' you get nothin' without struggle an' hard work      War is necessary to my in chains   From Greene to Sing-Sing, I'm wantin' y'all to know one thing   The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does   Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah, it's wrong, but God loves      Take one step toward him, he takes two towards you   Even when all else fail, God support you   I done it, got God sun on my stomach   My heart an' my lungs was affected from an' gettin'      Do your body right an' it loves you back   You only get one life, an' yo, because of that   I'm still blazin', goin' out for the cause   Still rockin', stockin', not for the waves, obeyin' no laws   An' it's like that      The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs   Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?   The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they   An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, one mo' time      The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs   Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?   The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they   An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, right