Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Happened to Them Days, artist - E-40. Date of issue: 25.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
What Happened to Them Days |
| Ohh so bad, soo bad |
| No respect |
| Yeaaah |
| What are we going to do? |
| What happen to them days they gone |
| When we played outside till the porch light came on |
| Now you can’t get em up out they home |
| Let alone, come up out they room |
| Gears of war, Halo, Red Dead Redemption, Xbox or Playstation |
| On the computer or sex texting, man it’s a different generation |
| Ladies, how you expect a man to make you his misses |
| When you can’t even cook or wash the dishes |
| Treat your friends betta than you treat ya mama |
| The one who went through all the drama |
| Disrespectful hella rude, fucked up attitude |
| All you do is talk crazy and curse |
| But when you have yo kids you gone get it three times worse |
| What happen to them days they gone |
| When we played outside till the porch came on |
| What happen to them days… (What happen to em) |
| What happen to them days… (What happen to em) |
| When my parents gave me a certain look, I got nervous |
| But nowadays they call the child protective service |
| Get on their smart phone and cheat |
| Run and tell they teacher that they got beat |
| They feeling get hurt too easy, can’t wait to go to prison |
| They say they hearing me but they ain’t listening |
| Accidentally spilled his drink on him in front of brah the other day |
| Popped him with the K cause his pride got in the way |
| Now I don’t know what this world is coming to |
| But they don’t wanna fight no mo they wanna shoot |
| Backed on each other, sneak on each other like a pooch |
| Spray they face on their shirts and on they back of they suits |
| Uhh, what happened to them (what happen to em) |
| Them days are gone (they gone) |
| What happened to them (what happen to em) |
| Them days are gone (they gone) |
| I see most snow than an igloo, more blow than a tissue |
| Pain hurt and sorrow, my life is a novel |
| The neighborhood D-Boy was my role model |
| Wasn’t breast feed, drank out the jar not the baby bottle |
| like Serato, on this Landy not Moscato |
| Had to walk before I crawl |
| It’s harder to get back up man it’s easy to fall |
| My middle finger yelling out FUCK All Y’ALL |
| Gotta stay prayed up, please believe it |
| Please covering me up with the blood of Jesus |
| My brothas and sistas nephews and nieces and aunties |
| My parents my mama and daddy uncle cousins and all my love ones |
| Raised in the mud, in the kingpin |
| Had to be a hog and good with the hems |
| And even if you lost and you didn’t win |
| The hood goin respect you (why) cause you fought like a man |
| No respect, no respect, ain’t no respect |
| No respect, no respect, living in the worst of times |
| No respect, no respect, ain’t no respect |
| No respect, no respect, what are we gonna do? |
| No respect |
| Ooh… |
| Ain’t no respect |