What Happened To Them Days

[J. Banks:] Ohh so bad, soo bad No respect Yeaaah What are we going to do? [Verse 1: E-40] What happen to them days they gone When we played outside till the porch light came on Now you can't get em up out they home Let alone, come up out they room Gears of war, Halo, Red Dead Redemption, Xbox or Playstation On the computer or sex texting, man it's a different generation Ladies, how you expect a man to make you his misses When you can't even cook or wash the dishes Treat your friends betta than you treat ya mama The one who went through all the drama Disrespectful hella rude, fucked up attitude All you do is talk crazy and curse But when you have yo kids you gone get it three times worse [Hook: x2] What happen to them days they gone When we played outside till the porch came on What happen to them days... (What happen to em) What happen to them days... (What happen to em) [Verse 2: E-40] When my parents gave me a certain look, I got nervous But nowadays they call the child protective service Get on their smart phone and cheat Run and tell they teacher that they got beat They feeling get hurt too easy, can't wait to go to prison They say they hearing me but they ain't listening Accidentally spilled his drink on him in front of brah the other day Popped him with the K cause his pride got in the way Now I don't know what this world is coming to But they don't wanna fight no mo they wanna shoot Backed on each other, sneak on each other like a pooch Spray they face on their shirts and on they back of they suits Uhh, what happened to them (what happen to em) Them days are gone (they gone) What happened to them (what happen to em) Them days are gone (they gone) [Hook x2] [Verse 3: E-40] I see most snow than an igloo, more blow than a tissue Pain hurt and sorrow, my life is a novel The neighborhood D-Boy was my role model Wasn't breast feed, drank out the jar not the baby bottle [?] like Serato, on this Landy not Moscato Had to walk before I crawl It's harder to get back up man it's easy to fall My middle finger yelling out FUCK All Y'ALL Gotta stay prayed up, please believe it Please covering me up with the blood of Jesus My brothas and sistas nephews and nieces and aunties My parents my mama and daddy uncle cousins and all my love ones Raised in the mud, in the kingpin Had to be a hog and good with the hems And even if you lost and you didn't win The hood goin respect you (why) cause you fought like a man [J. Banks:] No respect, no respect, ain't no respect No respect, no respect, living in the worst of times No respect, no respect, ain't no respect No respect, no respect, what are we gonna do? No respect Ooh... Ain't no respect