Doesn't Really Matter (Sar B-Child Solo)

I'm old school baby Hanes doodoo staines at age 2
Then i grew tryna breakdance with no shoes
Head and back spins Lee did 'em on Beat Street
Thought I spun fast if I load up on hair grease
Pops gotta whooping, moms gotta cooking
Can't play Nintendo yesterday somebody took it
Looking out the window cuz I heard something
Naw it wasn't nothing just some neighborhood girls double dutching
Over heard moms wanna throw a lil function
Dailed up my uncles and aunts and all my cousins
Straighten up the house made room so we can gig
Drinks in the cooler more in the fridge
99 bottles in the trash already
Clear the the tray of wings and the pot of spaghetti
All that soda taking up my bladder
Head towards the bushes doesn't really matter

Now I'm sitting down super soaked in the flyest gear
Chilling outta town with my folks sipping hella beer
AirPlay smackers from from way back when
Like our folks use to do it sipping juice and gin
We're the cool kids with kids of our own
Do our 8 and skates looking beat coming home
When the weekend comes we get geeked
copped a new fit damn I sprung a leak
Spend an hour plus on the road in a rental
Boogie with my ppls up in Sacramento
Then we drive an hour down to the sno
Hit the fairgrounds
Cruise downtown hit Kockys for another round
Bring it back around to the days
When my moms had the crib hella lit most days
Grinding all week long gotta get those bills paid
Put the world on pause for your last 48