Joey!   Let's go back in the days before your present   Back when it was a little more pleasent   Before I knew this rap shit would ever lure me in   Let's go back like Mike Fox in the Delorean   Back in the day shit, back to the basics   When brass knuckles used to leave a nigga face ticked   Its back to the Diadoras and the Asics   It's back to the New Editon and The Take 6      I'm Number one, one, one, one   Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one      Let's go way back if you able to do the math yeah   I'm talkin' bout the pool table in the cafe yeah   When the strip was introduce to Paruiqo   Commodore 64 and Coleco   Not back to Cali back to the valley   Back to dapadere yall back to Bally's   Back before Puma and Stange'   Before Zhane and go a little further back to Kwame   Damn we came a long way      I'm Number one, one, one, one   Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one      I remeber break dancin' cardboards and backflips   the royal blue and the orange Patricks   wudn't like you homo sucka's   I had the low top Converse cause I could change my logos color   I remember way back when every clan was stylin'   Flava Flav clocks and X-Clan medallions   In class see a girl you glance at her   pass her a note do you like me? Circle a answer      I'm Number one, one, one, one   Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one      Winters not the best time warm it up Kane had came through   The eight ball jackets and Columbia Rain suits   We ain't pay minds to the length of our chains   Transformers was a dance Decepticons was a gang   yall I'm talkin bout sheep skins   Talkin bout wearn two pair of jeans when moms gave me a beatin'   after school three o clock we was able to fight   park dibs yall two turn tables and mike like      I'm Number one, one, one, one   Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one      What about when Public Enemy came out and they dropped a classic   or the Pee-Wee Herman and the Roger Rabbit   and the nerds took our tests and they passed em for us   back to the roof top back to latin quarters   the olds school's new school now it's the same ol   It's back to Fila's, gazelles and Kango's   It's back to 40 ounces back to OE   Not back to rope chains but back to Gold teeth   I was the class clown just snappin at cats   Let's go back to the (?) with the matchin' hats   Remember the Real Roxanne remember all (?)   Remember Kool Moe Dee remember Lord Finesse   I bumped Run-D.M.C. almost every weekend   The Bronx and Queensbridge just couldn't stop beefin'   Kept it on wax they ain't have to pack heat   Back to Ron Zee tapes back to Black Sheep      I'm Number one, one, one, one   Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one      Come on say it with me   Im talkin' old Bobby Brown before he (?) Whitney   I used bring all my touys in the tub with me   A snotty nose kid eatin boogers   It was Ultimate Warrior and Jimmy Fly Snooka on   sometimes I read scriptures like Psalms maybe   and I didn't wanna go to church but my moms made me   TV made me laugh   I remember night rider cause Kit used to save his ass   Let's go back to spoonin' back to Black Moon and   back to when wrestlin' had it's own cartoon and   they used to sleep on us now they demand us   Will smith told parents they just can't understand us   back to playin the dozens   back to humpin' our prettiest girl cousin   psyche! I'm buggin.   NWA was simply known   Let' get back on the block I'm talkin Quincy Jones   I gotta Jones yall      I'm Number one, one, one, one   Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one      Let's go back before I burned the booth   when Tevin Campbell was ill before the whole world learned the truth   Hip hop had a message then dudes was droppin   I never got what I wanted on back to school shoppin'   Think about, used to be about shit   That was back when I still got easter outfits   We all grew up all older folks   Its more than just music its a culture folks      We Number one, one, one, one   Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one      Remember sugar water   what was the name of the fuckin' drink   that they said the fuckin triple K   The Klu Klux Klan and shit had put some shit in and   The black niggaz were gon' die - huh?   Whatever that was, you niggaz knew about it