[Intro: Crazy Legs]

Rock Steady was a b-boy crew, but to me it's all about Hip-Hop

So, Rock Steady is a Hip-Hop crew now

It's about all four elements

And we represent those lovely

Skratch Picklz, Arsonists

All the b-boys that are down with us

The b-girls, we have some dope b-girls

And you know, we got graff artists like East and Zero T

It's just straight up on skills

This is Crazy Legs from the Rock Steady Crew, I'm out

Hip-Hop was breaking, spray paintin' full train cars

DJ's cutting, emcees presents the ghetto stars

I was the skinny shorty wop, with the bop in my step

Chams de Baron tailoreds, Playboys and I was set

Running through the streets of the Boogie with a bang

Pops was kinda strict, so at times I couldn't hang

But whateva the case, I stuck close to my Hip-Hop

Somethin' in my soul just kept that, on lock

And oppurtunity never knocked, but we was still open

Saying ish like "fresh," like "def"; dopin'

And crack was on the corner, rumblin' the dry goods

With something I decided never to pursue in my hood

I was too busy in the middle of the streets playing skelly

With Ray and Big Lou, listenin' to Flash and Melle

And rockin' block parties, seemed to be my route

But I had to give that up, they always ended in shootouts

Hip-Hop was rhyming, hard timin', radio hits

No DATs, so the DJ's was still in the mix

Graffiti and breaking took a back seat

'Cause the A&R's couldn't figure how to make they ends meet

I was the high school rapper to the girls in the hall

While my nigga Clarence Grier was slammin' with a basketball

Tune my radio on a Saturday night

Daydreamin' 'bout grippin' mics and being in the spotlight

Fat rope chains, in a pair of A.J.'s in the P.J's

Frontin' like I had status

(What!) Who's the baddest?

The brotha on Swinton Ave, though fresh out the lab

You just couldn't tell Q-Unique what he couldn't have

It all started in Bushwick, defacin' the community

Around the way, all you saw was nothin' but graffiti

As a shorty I was poppin', never could I ever stand still

Always battlin', 'cause it was all about the skills

Never learned windmills, but my boogie took me places

When I started emceeing, I kept it fat like my laces

Wrestlin' was the bomb, kept me from doing my homework

Radio was my thing, when Red Alert went berserk

[Chorus]

Yes, yes, y'all, let me get some

'Cause we never forgot where we came from

Yes, yes, y'all, let me get some

'Cause we never forgot where we came from

Yes, yes, y'all, let me get some

'Cause we never forgot where we came from

Yes, yes, y'all, let me get some

'Cause we never forgot where we came from