1995 Lyrics - Singles - The Koolest

((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 niggas 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 niggas 

And that's when Rakim had the illest lyrics 

Redman and Method man was some crazy niggas. 

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 niggas 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 Hasselhoff 

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 cassette 

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 jewel 

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.