The Koolest - 1995 lyrics

((Dinero P)) Uh Yeah, A One, two a one two. Uh Like it's 1995 What Nero Yeah, like it's 1995. The girls with the doodoo braids as they walking by Got the cornrows on with the overalls, one strappin' it Everybody kicking and they maxin and relaxin it Fellas got J's on the court and they attackin' it You 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 second Some funny brothers comin' down the block so we protected All the n***as rushin to the stoop, cause we checked 'em And then blue came through, That's when everybody scattered Nobody wanna see a sidewalk with blood splatter Uh, baby cause we matter I remember walking to the corner store for nutriment Chillin' in the park, swingin' after dark, life wasn't really hard That's when Biggie Pac was the realest n***as And that's when Rakim had the illest lyrics Redman and Method man was some crazy n***as. And yea Nas he always was a conscious figure I see and know that all of y'all are feelin' me I'm wishing that I could take a time machine And we can go back to the finer things Then we can wake up from the crazy dream. Chorus (x2): Like like it's 1995 Like like it's 1995 Like like it's 1995 I'm lookin' fresh I'm lookin' fly Like it's 1995 Bridge: Aahh, I'm lookin' so fly, Like it's '95 Yeah, yeah. I'm feelin so fly, So fresh and fly Like it's '95 (Said you rockin' with The Koolest) Yeah, yeah. ((Dan The Don)) Uh, Knicks jersey and my timbs on Feeling like Pac in Above the Rim dawg. This song is for that back in the day That juicy in the tape deck R.I.P. to Big Smalls (baby, baby) Back when these streets was real hard Go through the wrong neighborhood and get got When n***as on the west was hittin' that crip walk Back when they was yelling one time for hip hop I'm feelin' like it's 1995 Bumpin' De La Soul and the Tribe Smoking blunts gettin' high Hit the subway catch a ride on this New York city type of vibe. So tell 'em gimme the mic and we gon rhyme tonight Man, put yo hands up and wave 'em side to side At the crib watching David Ha**elhoff Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight Uh, Got my box fade looking right If I was from up north I'd probably be the Brooklyn type Man ain't no such thing as half way crooks, Mobb Deep told you don't be acting shook tonight More bars than Riker's Island when I do this. Back when ODB was straight wildin' with the Wu Click Cash rules everything, I'm trying to get my crew rich. 1995 and you rockin' with The Koolest. Chorus (x2): Like like it's 1995 Like like it's 1995 Like like it's 1995 I'm lookin fresh I'm looking fly Like it's 1995 Shimmy shimmy shimmy, shimmy yam, shimmy yay Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Shimmy shimmy shimmy, shimmy yam, shimmy yay Ooh, Ooh, baby, I like it raw. ((Napoleon Da Legend)) Listening to music laced with Cuban on my neck Recording sessions at the studio with a ca**ette Swords made of liquid and it would slice through the drums Rappers shook us every verse had to be nice in the sun Rhyme schemes like a stepped out of a time machine The top emcees had to have the livest steez Slang spoken in a language that's broken the fans were open hand, Wrote it, god tampered and broken the man Stoled the art, Started out in the park And got commercial Then it got controversial And cops wanted to search you We was lurkin' through the dark before the spotlight hit us And the magazines used to want to spotlight the realest We're illest. Where commense sense would start a resurrection Total recall nowadays erasing my recollection Of that feeling I was getting when I banged it in the whip And if you sound corny, fans were abandoning your ship. Trash were last, like a flash in a pan Before Instagram rap or paint a picture for the fans Remember when verses used to throw you a j**el Pete Rock asked, will they reminisce over you? Styles were different, wild with the visions Beautiful songs were made from a foul way of thinking Must be something in the water they drinking That gave rise to some of the illest back in 1995. Respect Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay Ooh, baby, I like it raw. Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay Ooh, baby, I like it raw.