作曲 : Copeland, Poye
(Verse 1)
I was reminiscing in the kitchen, drinkin, thinkin 'bout the past
Lookin for some records just diggin in the trash
Searching for something to ease a young little mind
Other little kids they run up on me from behind
They was laughin and pointin, callin me out by my name
You nasty little nigga boy you need to be ashamed
I had no vinyl but I knew they knew where I live
They followed me and bothered me all the way to the crib, saying
(Chorus)
I-HI, I-HI
I-HI, I-HIIA
(Verse 2)
I ran up in my room, took a look through my stack
Some of them where kool some were crick and some were cracked
Created a way to play em, my technique was so live
A nickel on a head to heel that scratched 45
A lot of warped LP's look at how they swerve 
Do you know what you listenin to? it's some shit you never heard
We was dancing, swingin, movin to the groove
But it's kinda hard to party when they pointin at my shoes, sayin
(Chorus)
(Men talking)
-- Did it again!
-- Yes you did mother****er. I saw that. Everybody saw that, you ****ed up
(Verse 3)
It's still the same, ain't shit really changed
Some people gonna complain
If you're grown, just go on and do your thing
Either rap or sing, or just dance or chill
Take a chance if you will, try to enjoy every day
When you're at work with no play
Cause either way somebody's gonna say
(Chorus)