| Let’s go back
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| You can come with me
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| Cause we all got a place in the past
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| That we like to go sometimes
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| I’m a share ya mines
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| When life was real simple man I miss those days
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| When it wasn’t all about bills and tryna get paid
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| Free as a young bird, remember that great age
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| When all you had to do was go to school and make the grades
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| My momma brought me every new toy that came out
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| And we all congregated at my grandmother’s house
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| And when she tell ya 'stop running in and out' that’s what she mean
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| And the only job you had was too keep your room clean
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| But soon things got deeper developed romances
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| And getting phone numbers and slow dragging at dances
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| And ya potna’s roll with’cha right or wrong, clean or dirty
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| If you curfew was at 10 you beg for 10: 30
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| You was considered cool if your game ran smooth
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| And dude got ranked outta the schools for fake name brand shoes
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| And it was always funny as long as it’s not you
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| Even through the tough times ungrateful I got through
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| When we was young and the only thing we did was laugh and play
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| (Laugh and play)
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| Making music hanging out in the hood just to pass the day
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| (Just to pass the day, c’mon)
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| We didn’t always have a lot of money but that’s ok
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| Cause we was cool just as long as our hands had a place to lay
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| (Guess what)
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| I miss those times
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| My first talent shows and my high school crushes
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| Liking the girls so much I would catch 2 buses
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| But the times spend with em is well worth the odyssey
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| And the goodnight kiss was just like hitting the lottery
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| Coming back around your homeboys high-capping
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| And lying like a dog when they ask ya what happened
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| My homies in my hood is where I got my skill from
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| When it was my turn to swing I was nervous but still swung
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| Connect to those memories constantly gilding through me
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| I miss Saturday morning cartoons and karate movies
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| And rapping on the street corners battling everyday
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| With MC Ice, GT, Prepped J, and Rapper K
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| Who win at playing football? |
| I love those times
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| And hanging out with Guy, Mark, Hopie, Michael, and Brian
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| And walking Sterling hallways I always miss
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| So let’s get Metter green 84 through 86
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| I miss Club Boomerang, hanging and chillin' out
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| And mobbing on Roseneath at LV’s house
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| The whole crew was chillin' my spot was the headquarters
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| And not the kind of place you want your sister or your daughter
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| Me and Z, KO, and AC Chill remember this?
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| Having video games wars on Sega Genesis
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| Shooting ball at McGregor Park back when it was poppin'
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| When X-Men had the rock, nobody could stop em
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| And me and Gangsta NIP we stayed in battle mode
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| And me and Tech DV8's was on the road
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| Young Felon and Brain-dead, we hung like that
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| And my homie Murder One, Wreek and Klondike Kat
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| And Dope-E and Point Blank and PSK
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| I thought them days would last forever now they gone away
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| Cause everybody got families now and green to stack
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| Still I wish I could rewind the tape and bring it back, c’mon |