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 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 was young, I'm not a kid anymore
But some days, I sit and wish I was a kid again
I remember back in the days, when I was just a little nigger-o
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 10
One of those happy little niggas, 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 10 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 bail 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 reminisce
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 blown up
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out, and be a grown up
But let me finish this reminiscing and telling
About when girls was belling tight courderoys like for the boys
Basket weaves, Nike Cortez 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 seems like the masses of hoochies
Had poison airbrushed on their 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 reminisce
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)
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 nigger-o
I figure that now I'm all grown up because I'm 18 years old
And guess you could say I'm holdin' down
A steady job, and crew steady mobbin'
You steady boppin' your head, and I'm paid, so I got it made
But didn't always used to 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 there reminiscin'
Thinkin' 'bout 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)
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
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 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
I remember back in the days, when I was just a little nigger-o
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 10
One of those happy little niggas, 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 10 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 bail 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 reminisce
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 blown up
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out, and be a grown up
But let me finish this reminiscing and telling
About when girls was belling tight courderoys like for the boys
Basket weaves, Nike Cortez 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 seems like the masses of hoochies
Had poison airbrushed on their 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 reminisce
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)
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 nigger-o
I figure that now I'm all grown up because I'm 18 years old
And guess you could say I'm holdin' down
A steady job, and crew steady mobbin'
You steady boppin' your head, and I'm paid, so I got it made
But didn't always used to 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 there reminiscin'
Thinkin' 'bout 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)
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
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Writer(s): Ahmad A. Lewis, John Klemmer, Stefan Kendal Gordy
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