"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, guns in my pants/Yeah X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade/Homicide and 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 and I could beat the Devil/Cause yo, I used to play Apollo balcony seats/Watchin niggaz swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets/The car show, 560's, chemical afros/Acuras pumpin Super Lover Cee and Casanova/Live chicks be, asses bustin out of they clothes/Wearin lip gloss, big door knockers pealin they earlobes/So where them years go? Where the old gold beers and cheers go?/But now them shorties here doe, so"
-Nas, "Doo Rags"
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