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    Chorus: repeat 4X

    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

    Verse One:

    I remember (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 cuz they bell wearin Gazelles
    And 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

    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 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 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 cuz 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, cuz 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

    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 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 reminence then
    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)

    (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 anymore
    But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

    Back 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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