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Chorus: repeat 4X<br /><br />Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore<br />But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again<br /><br />Verse One:<br /><br />I remember (back in the days)<br />When I just a little niggerole<br />I looked up to my bigger bro<br />Begged if I could kick it so<br />when he went out with girls I could go taggin along<br />Naggin if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodrat<br />Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985<br />all the way live, I think I was about ten<br />One of those happy little niggaz singin the blues<br />That be always tryin to bag with the shag and karate shoes<br />Sayin "Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"<br />Then he get mad and wanna scrap<br />We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike<br />To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes<br />Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets<br />old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket<br />You could tell the ballers cuz they bell wearin Gazelles<br />And if they really had money raised be sportin BK's<br />and, all the girls had they turkish link<br />If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it<br />But, sometimes, I still sit and reminesce<br />Then, think about the years I was raised, back in the days<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)<br /><br />Verse Two:<br /><br />I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87<br />'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high<br />In 7th grade, I hated school wish it'd blown up<br />No doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup)<br />But let me finish this reminescin and tellin<br />Bout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boys<br />basket weaves, Nike Cortez, and footsie socks<br />And eatin pickles, with tootsie pops<br />And it don't stop, I'm glad cuz when J.J. Fad hit<br />Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts<br />or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses<br />of hoochies, had poison airbrushed on they asses<br />Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the Pumas with<br />the fat laces, cuz it was either that or K-Swiss<br />I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk<br />Wishin all I had to do now, was finish homework<br />It's true, you don't realize really what you got til it's gone<br />and I'm not, gonna sing another sad song, but<br />Sometimes I do sit and reminesce then<br />Think about the years I was raised, back in the days<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)<br /><br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)<br /><br />Verse Three:<br /><br />Well, it's the niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown up<br />Because I'm eighteen years old, and guess you could say I'm holdin<br />down a steady job and crew steady mobbin<br />you steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made<br />But, didn't always have clout, used to live in South Central L.A.<br />That's where I stayed and figured a way out<br />I gave it all I had so for what it's worth<br />I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first<br />So Ahmad and The Jones' is on our way up<br />Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid<br />and we finally did, but<br />Sometimes I still sit there reminescin<br />Think about the years I was raised, back in the days<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)<br /><br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)<br /><br />Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore<br />But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again<br /><br />Back in the days<br />*talking*<br />I got jacked for mines<br />You sound like a white dude "Hey I got jacked for mines!"<br />Aight, aight...
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Chorus: repeat 4X<br /><br />Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore<br />But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again<br /><br />Verse One:<br /><br />I remember (back in the days)<br />When I just a little niggerole<br />I looked up to my bigger bro<br />Begged if I could kick it so<br />when he went out with girls I could go taggin along<br />Naggin if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodrat<br />Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985<br />all the way live, I think I was about ten<br />One of those happy little niggaz singin the blues<br />That be always tryin to bag with the shag and karate shoes<br />Sayin "Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"<br />Then he get mad and wanna scrap<br />We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike<br />To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes<br />Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets<br />old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket<br />You could tell the ballers cuz they bell wearin Gazelles<br />And if they really had money raised be sportin BK's<br />and, all the girls had they turkish link<br />If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it<br />But, sometimes, I still sit and reminesce<br />Then, think about the years I was raised, back in the days<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)<br /><br />Verse Two:<br /><br />I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87<br />'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high<br />In 7th grade, I hated school wish it'd blown up<br />No doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup)<br />But let me finish this reminescin and tellin<br />Bout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boys<br />basket weaves, Nike Cortez, and footsie socks<br />And eatin pickles, with tootsie pops<br />And it don't stop, I'm glad cuz when J.J. Fad hit<br />Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts<br />or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses<br />of hoochies, had poison airbrushed on they asses<br />Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the Pumas with<br />the fat laces, cuz it was either that or K-Swiss<br />I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk<br />Wishin all I had to do now, was finish homework<br />It's true, you don't realize really what you got til it's gone<br />and I'm not, gonna sing another sad song, but<br />Sometimes I do sit and reminesce then<br />Think about the years I was raised, back in the days<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)<br /><br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)<br /><br />Verse Three:<br /><br />Well, it's the niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown up<br />Because I'm eighteen years old, and guess you could say I'm holdin<br />down a steady job and crew steady mobbin<br />you steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made<br />But, didn't always have clout, used to live in South Central L.A.<br />That's where I stayed and figured a way out<br />I gave it all I had so for what it's worth<br />I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first<br />So Ahmad and The Jones' is on our way up<br />Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid<br />and we finally did, but<br />Sometimes I still sit there reminescin<br />Think about the years I was raised, back in the days<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)<br /><br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)<br />(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)<br /><br />Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore<br />But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again<br /><br />Back in the days<br />*talking*<br />I got jacked for mines<br />You sound like a white dude "Hey I got jacked for mines!"<br />Aight, aight...
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