Back in the Day (feat. Jay-Z)

Brothers and sisters! Brothers and sisters, I don't know what this world is coming to! What's up, Missy? Timbo! This is another Missy Elliott (hip-hop, yes!) exclusive (yes, uh) One for the butters, I came from the gutter (no) No, I came from my mother, but you know what I mean Hov is here to stay like permanent crease in your jeans Me and Missy be the new Tag Team Whoomp, there it is We like Rae and Ghost, A.G. and Showbiz We public enemy number one, our Uzi weighs a ton This is our house, run, hahaha What happened to those good old days? (huh?) When hip-hop was so much fun (so much fun) Oh, house parties in the summer, y'all (c'mon) And no one (come on), came through with a gun (a gun) It was all about good music, y'all (music) It helped, mm, to relieve some stress (uh-huh) Oh, we was under one groove, y'all (y'all) So much love between north and west (woo, c'mon) Go back in the day (come on) British Knights and gold chains (come on) Do the prep and cabbage patch (come on) And wear your laces all fat Back in the day (day), hey, hey, hey Hip-hop has changed (yes, it did) Remember when we used to battle? (uh-huh) On the block before the lights came on (yeah) Oh, mama said we would be straight-A kids (come on) If we did our homework like we knew those songs (knew those songs) Salt-N-Pepa, Rakim, and P.E. (uh-huh) DMC and Heavy D (huh, huh, huh) Yes, Daddy Kane, Slick Rick, too (ooh-ooh) MC Lyte opened doors for you and me, c'mon Go back in the day (come on) British Knights and gold chains (come on) Do the prep and cabbage patch (come on) And wear your laces all fat Back in the day (day), hey, hey, hey (young!) Hip-hop has changed (J. Breezy, let's do it again, nigga) Rough, the way it oughta be From day KRS-One all the way up to 19 Naughty III To M.O.P., we cold as ice Nigga, we rock it from the "Dre Day" to the Suge Knight So fuck Chuck Phillips and Bill O'Reilly If they try to stop hip-hop, we all gon' rally, nigga Post Biggie and Pac I gotta hold down the city Make a nigga wanna holla like Missy, but fuck it Just let a nigga MC The best rapper alive, unquestionably If you riff on your EP, you gonna need an MD So you gots to chill, 'cause I kill at will Like solid water dude, y'all niggas don't get it Kill at Will, solid water? Ice Cube Haha, that's how hip-hop has evolved JAY-Z's for President, I'm namin' Ra as the National God Me and Jigga, Jigga J-J-Jay-Hova I rocks the mic right whether I'm pissy drunk or sober Misdemeanor four-finger-ringer, I'm stupid fresh I've been hot since LL rocked the Kangol hat Yes-yes, the yes-yes, the yes-y'all and (c'mon) Aw, yeah, aw, yeah Okay, me, that nigga Jigga, fresh dressed in the mornin' (c'mon) Aw, yeah, aw, yeah Go back in the day (come on) British Knights and gold chains (come on) Do the prep and cabbage patch (come on) And wear your laces all fat Back in the day (day), hey, hey, hey Hip-hop has changed I wanna go back in Time (let's go), feels like I I wanna go back in Time, feels like I (y'all remember "Self Destruction"?) I wanna go back in (where all the rap artists got on a record together?) Time, feels like I I wanna (I used to love them days) go back in (no tension) Time (let's go), feels like I Go back in the day (come on) British Knights and gold chains (come on) Do the prep and cabbage patch (come on) And wear your laces all fat Back in the day (in the day), hey, hey, hey Hip-hop has changed