Back in the Day

[Hook] Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again (Repeat x4) [Verse 1] I remember (back in the days) When I just a little nigger-o I looked up to my bigger bro Begged if I could kick it so When he went out with girls I could go tagging along Nagging if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodrat Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985 All the way live, I think I was about ten One of those happy little niggas singing the blues That be always trying to bag with the shag and karate shoes Sayin "Yo momma black; his momma this, his momma that" Then he get mad and wanna scrap We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes Then switch to playing ding dong ditch, when that gets Old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket You could tell the ballers cuz they bell wearing Gazelles And if they really had money raised be sporting BK's And, all the girls had they turkish link If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it But, sometimes, I still sit and reminisce Then, think about the years I was raised, back in the days [Hook] [Reprise] And everybody say (I remember way back when) (Repeat x3) What? (back in the day) When? (back in the day) [Verse 2] I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87 '88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high In 7th grade, I hated school (wish it'd blown up) No doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup) But let me finish this reminiscing and telling Bout when girls was belling tight courderoys like for the boys Basket weaves, Nike Cortez, and footsie socks And eating pickles, with tootsie pops And it don't stop, I'm glad cause when J.J. Fad hit Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts Or to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses Of hoochies had Poison airbrushed on they asses Dudes had on Nike suits, and the Pumas with The fat laces cause it was either that or K-Swiss I miss those days and so I pout like a grown jerk Wishing all I had to do now, was finish homework It's true, you don't realize really what you got til it's gone And I'm not, gonna sing another sad song, but Sometimes I do sit and reminisce then Think about the years I was raised, back in the days [Hook] [Reprise] [Verse 3] Well, it's the niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown up Because I'm eighteen years old, and guess you could say I'm holding Down a steady job and crew steady mobbing You steady bobbing your head and I'm paid, so I got it made But, didn't always have clout, used to live in South Central L.A That's where I stayed and figured a way out I gave it all I had so for what it's worth I went from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first So Ahmad and The Jones' is on our way up Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid And we finally did, but Sometimes I still sit and reminisce then Think about the years I was raised, back in the days [Hook] [Reprise]