Growin’ Old Pigeon John

[Intro]
Chaka Zulu, Chak, Chaka Zulua. Oh, yeah, ooh. Check it

[Verse One]
We used to roll through Inglewood bumping The Beasties
Dana Dane on repeat 'till the tape deck deceased
Me, my brother Carlo, bTwice and Ern Brn
Singing "You must learn"
Turned the same corner thousands of times
Thousands of crimes petty but still we jetty
Thousands of rhymes in our minds until we caught a headache
Those were the days these are the nights I'm afraid
To say it I hang them in my heart save them for a rainy day

[Hook]
Beastie Boys, Dana Dane and JJ Fad
Oh it kinda makes me sad
Because oh we growin' old
Oh we growin' old oh we growin' old
Fat Boys, "Beat Street" and Kangol hats
Oh it kinda makes me sad
Because oh we growin' old
Oh we growin' old oh we growin' old

[Verse Two]
Way back in 1989 before hip hop had perks
The girls had "I Love Daisies" on their shirts and it worked
With me falling in love with the whole scene with a dream
That I'd rock the stage and do the same dang thing
Ties hanging from the pants everybody had dreadlocks
Back then light skinned niggas ruled the whole block
We rocked polka dots gangstas wore Guess with house shoes
Without a care with nothing to lose come on