Back In the Day (Remix)

Jerome! jerome! put on that bobby womack! Nah girl I wanna go way back, ahh yeah check this out *Needle is put to the groove on a dusty record* 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 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 Back in the days When I just a little niggerole I looked up to my bigger bro Begged if I could kick it so When he went out with girls I could go taggin along Naggin 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 niggaz singin the blues That be always tryin 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 playin ding dong ditch, when that gets Old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket You could tell the ballers 'cause they bell wearin gazelles If they really had money raised be sportin 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 reminesce Then, think about the years I was raised, back in the days 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 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 (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) 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 blow up) No doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup) But let me finish this reminescin and tellin Bout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boys Basket weaves, nike court airs, and footsie socks And eatin 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 airbrushes 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 Wishin 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 reminesce then Think about the years I was raised, back in the days (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) 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 holdin Down a steady job and crew steady mobbin You steady bobbin 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 reminesce, then Think about the years I was raised, back in the days (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) *Fades*