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[Chorus: repeat 4X]Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymoreBut some days I sit and wish I was a kid again[Verse One:]I remember (back in the days)When I just a little niggeroleI looked up to my bigger broBegged if I could kick it soWhen he went out with girls I could go taggin alongNaggin if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodratWhy'all remember way back then, when it was 1985All the way live, I think I was about tenOne of those happy little niggaz singin the bluesThat be always tryin to bag with the shag and karate shoesSayin "Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"Then he get mad and want to scrapWe stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bikeTo play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloesThen switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that getsLetras de cancionesOld and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacketYou could tell the ballers 'cause they bell wearin GazellesAnd if they really had money raised be sportin BK'sAnd, all the girls had they turkish linkIf it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do itBut, sometimes, I still sit and reminesceThen, think about the years I was raised, back in the days[Chorus](and everybody say) (I remember way back when)(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)[Verse Two:]I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior highIn 7th grade, I hated school wish it'd blown upNo doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup)But let me finish this reminescin and tellinBout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boysBasket weaves, Nike Cortez, and footsie socksAnd eatin pickles, with tootsie popsAnd it don't stop, I'm glad 'cause when J.J. Fad hitSupersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shortsOr, to wear jeans and it seemed like the massesOf hoochies, had poison airbrushed on they assesDudes, had on Nike suits, and the Pumas withThe fat laces, 'cause it was either that or K-SwissI miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerkWishin all I had to do now, was finish homeworkIt's true, you don't realize really what you got til it's goneAnd I'm not, gonna sing another sad song, butSometimes I do sit and reminesce thenThink about the years I was raised, back in the days[Chorus](and everybody say) (I remember way back when)(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)[Verse Three:]Well, it's the niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown upBecause I'm eighteen years old, and guess you could say I'm holdinDown a steady job and crew steady mobbinYou steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it madeBut, didn't always have clout, used to live in South Central L.A.That's where I stayed and figured a way outI gave it all I had so for what it's worthI went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm firstSo Ahmad and The Jones' is on our way upYup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kidAnd we finally did, butSometimes I still sit there reminescinThink about the years I was raised, back in the days[Chorus](and everybody say) (I remember way back when)(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymoreBut some days I sit and wish I was a kid againBack in the days*talking*I got jacked for mines You sound like a white dude "Hey I got jacked for mines!"Aight, aight...
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"Back in the Day" as written by Ahmad A. Lewis, Stefan Kendal Gordy, Cecil Dale Womack, Linda Womack, Gip Edward Jr. Noble
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