| I remember back in the days it wasn’t like that
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| Everybody knew everybody, now days it ain’t like that
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| We used to stand on the corners and drink brew
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| Now days you gotta duck when they drive through
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| Cause they blastin', life is like plastic
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| But who would be the next egg took out the easter basket
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| Is it you, me, or her or she or he?
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| Who would live to see the long age of 23?
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| Cause once you dead and gone who gives a damn
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| On your tombstone would read Rest In Peace Sam
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| But in the ghetto you cooked 'till you dead
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| Ain’t no love when you dead and gone cause you red
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| Like roaches for the gutter, peanut butter
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| Your life in the gutter, fool cause you fluttered
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| With this game that I spit, shoot out, don’t quit
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| Now you a victim of society another statistic
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| I heard the gunshots rain from the middle of the street
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| The gunsmoke cleared three people on the concrete
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| I mean it’s crazy, slippin' on daisies
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| Time to call it quits, they done put a bullet in a baby
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| Chorus:
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| Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be
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| Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be
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| Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be
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| Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be
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| Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be
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| Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be
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| Verse 2:
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| Watch you back in the ghetto black
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| Open the box, Mom’s ain’t nothing to eat
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| Back in the day, I thought we was a family
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| My little brother on the street corner selling crack
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| Only 15 used to be a quarterback
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| I wish the law would rehabilitate my auntie
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| I came home try to visit that girl tried to do me
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| Started tweakin said that she needed crack
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| Stole my grandma’s rent money out her purse black
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| I stay Tru 2 Da Game you devils' can’t see me
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| I put that on my mom, I put that on my gold teeth
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| My homies bangin', no respect for the American flag
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| But they kill over that blue and red rag
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| Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be
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| Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be
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| Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be
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| Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be
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| Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be
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| Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be
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| Verse 3:
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| I remember back in the day smoking weed was the everyday drug
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| Now days they shoot heroin and sell blood
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| Back in the day catchin the clamps was gettin us shot
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| Now days catch the AIDS and your time will stop
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| My lil homies doin time, 25 with a L
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| A victim of the system, I’d rather die and go to hell
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| I try to be legit and start my own company
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| 'Till these sucker want to bump into P
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| They point the finger at me for tellin another what to do
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| How could another person tell you what to do
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| I could tell you to rob or steal or kill
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| Thats like pointin' the finger at Jack or Jill
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| For being the first person on this little earth
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| Is like askin' Mary why she had to give birth
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| And who would be the next victim to lose his life
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| And who would be the next one to make a life
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| But when you make a life you gotta learn to teach your kid
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| So one day they can grow up and make it big
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| But all this gangbangin' and turf wars gotta cease
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| Cause y’all know we livin in the last days G
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| Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be
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| Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be
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| Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be
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| Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Things Ain't What They Used to Be, artist - Art Pepper. Album song Marty Paich Big Band: Moanin', in the genre Джаз