crew cuts chords and lyrics - MACKLEMORE & RYAN LEWIS

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[Verse 1]
[C]I'm fresh, I'm fresh,
[Em]I'm [D]fres[G]h.[D]..[Am]

[Interlude 1]
[Am][Em]

[Verse 2]
If it ain't [Am]fresh,
then you ain't gettin' play [D]in my [Em]tape [D]deck
[Am]Way back, I used to rock the hat with
the suede strap [Em]at ABC's
Bought my food from the Arabs
Played craps on corners where
[G]the [Em]OG's slang at, [Bm]uh
[Em]Cross colors,
I'm [Am]the boss of [G]the playground
Iesha on [Am]the nuts, cuz,
[G]I knew how to play [Am]house
[Em]The 8 oz. baby from '84 to grow up
Cleaner than my Easter suit was
with my shoes [C]buffed
[Am]Don't step on my new

[Verse 3]
ones
[D]These Ree[Am]boks beat blocks,
you give 'em a few pumps
Baby, why your atti[G]tude,
[Em]boo boo?
She came from a new school,
and all [G]I wanna [Em]do is my zoom zoom
[Bm]My uncle stayed fa[Em]ded like c[Am]rew cuts
But I was just [G]too young to know the what's-
what and the [Am]who's- who
[Em]'Round here,
they could give a fuck if you got props
You get clowned for rockin' British

[Verse 4]
Knights to the sock hop
[Am]The BK stood for "[D]black kids,"
[Am]the hood w[D]as c[Am]rackin'
And "Poison" was on
[Em]everybody's tracklist
Spandex was in fashion, back then
And bad chicks had tracks in that lasted

[Verse 5]
[Em]Before [Am]CDs and Internet
the kings was in [G]effect
[Am]You fiends wasn't gettin' [G]re s[Am]pect
[Em](uh, rock with it, child)
[Bm]Before [Am]mp3s and CD- Js, we
pop in a tape [G]cassette
[Am]Chain [G]on my che[Am]st, I'm[G] fre[Am]sh (I'mfre[Em]sh,
I'm fresh...)

[Verse 6]
Let's take [Em]it back[Am],
b- b- b- back [D]to the [Am]days of AC DC, Back in Black
Gimme a mul[Em]let, a 1984 Chevrolet
Alright, I'm lying,
I was listening to rap
[Bm]OshKosh [Am]B' G[Em]osh,
[Am]stone wash, so hard
[G]Overalls h[Am]ung, one s[G]trap on,[Am]
one [Em]off
Eatin' on my cold lunch,
grabbin' on both [G]nuts
[Em]Mom I want a jheri curl, fuck this bowl cut

[Verse 7]
[C]Ice[Am] Cube's got one
[Em]Quik in my [Am]Walkman
Blowin' on the cartridge
[Em]Hypercolor, awesome
Kube's in my pocket and I'm outta [G]here
I'm [Em]bouncing and Sam Goody's not
getting shit from my allowance
Day [Bm]dreaming in class,

[Verse 8]
[Am]
know I'm zoning out and
[G]Rosie [Am]Perez's titties are
right where my mouth is
[Em]Who says that white men can't jump?
They were hel[G]la [Em]wrong!
A'ight, they were right,
but I was really good [Am]at tetherball
Before the days of getting [D]drunk [Am]at kegs
We were bumping some Jodeci
and dry- humpin' legs
That's [Em]right, I was born in
the '80s
Pimpin', adventurous,
tryin to bone my babysitter

[Verse 9]
[Bm]House party?
[Em]Crackin'
[Am]Humpty dance?
Crackin'
[G]Never find the[Am] baby,
[G]David [Am]Bowie, [Em]Labyrinth
Why don't you reminisce and bring it back,
rap shit
Dodge Caravan,
humpin' in the back, classic
[G]Be

[Verse 10]
[Am]fore CDs and Internet
[D]the kings [Am]was in effect
You fiends wasn't gettin' respect
[Em](uh, rock with it child)
[Am]Before mp3s and CD-
Js, we pop in a tape [G]cassette
Chain on my [Am]chest, [Em]I'm fresh (I'm fresh,
I'm fresh...)

[Verse 11]
I'm [Em]fresh, [C]I'm fresh,
[Am]I'm [D]fresh...[Am][Em]
Check me, [Am]me o[Em]ut (h[Am]ell yeah,
[G]hel[Am]l yeah...)

[Outro 1]
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