Back In The Day (jeep Mix)

Ahmad

Intro:

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

Verse One:

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

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: repeat 2X

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

Verse Two:

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 pi