September, seventh grade

O.P. shorts on enemies made

I was a new fool at a new school

About to get beat up 'cause my clothes weren't cool

Purple shirt with a kool-aid stain

In room 201 I had been detained

Last year's fashions earned some face smashings

Last year's fashions earned some face smashings



They used to get us on pizza day

We used bamafied sneakers for the getaway

BK, Turntec, Sportif too

Velcro pouch on my kangaroos

That's ok it was pizza day



Bobos, fresh

My bobos was bumpin' fresh



I took a chance on some parachute pants

Knowing full damn well that I could not dance

Betamax player on breaker two

Was the inspiration for my brand new shoes

Put the cardboard down and played kool moe dee

The baddest little sucker that you ever did see

Highwater tight cuff london fog

Highwater tight cuff london fog



Did I know, and it's sad to say

My bamafied gear was for the SCA

My style poor, intentions good

You get smacked in the head

If you ain't from the hood

That's ok it was pizza day

That's ok, well it was pizza day

That's ok, well it was pizza day



Bobos, fresh

My bobos was bumbin' fresh

Bobos, fresh

My bobos was bumpin' fresh



That's ok it was pizza day

That's ok it was pizza day

That's ok, well it was pizza day



Now look at me 21st century

If I had known then how it would be

I woulda walked tall with my head held high

The future Mr. Super Fly

Although we graduated and the yearbook pictures faded

We got wisdom to impart to you

Trust your fashion sense and your bobos too



Bobos, fresh

my bobos was bumpin' fresh

Bobos, fresh

my bobos was bumpin' fresh

Bobos, fresh

my bobos was bumpin' fresh