Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Things Ain't Want They Used to Be, artist - Marty Paich.
Date of issue: 17.06.2013
Song language: English
Things Ain't Want They Used to Be |
I remember back in the days it wasn’t like that |
Everybody knew everybody, now days it ain’t like that |
We used to stand on the corners and drink brew |
Now days you gotta duck when they drive through |
Cause they blastin', life is like plastic |
But who would be the next egg took out the easter basket |
Is it you, me, or her or she or he? |
Who would live to see the long age of 23? |
Cause once you dead and gone who gives a damn |
On your tombstone would read Rest In Peace Sam |
But in the ghetto you cooked 'till you dead |
Ain’t no love when you dead and gone cause you red |
Like roaches for the gutter, peanut butter |
Your life in the gutter, fool cause you fluttered |
With this game that I spit, shoot out, don’t quit |
Now you a victim of society another statistic |
I heard the gunshots rain from the middle of the street |
The gunsmoke cleared three people on the concrete |
I mean it’s crazy, slippin' on daisies |
Time to call it quits, they done put a bullet in a baby |
Chorus: |
Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be |
Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be |
Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be |
Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be |
Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be |
Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be |
Verse 2: |
Watch you back in the ghetto black |
Open the box, Mom’s ain’t nothing to eat |
Back in the day, I thought we was a family |
My little brother on the street corner selling crack |
Only 15 used to be a quarterback |
I wish the law would rehabilitate my auntie |
I came home try to visit that girl tried to do me |
Started tweakin said that she needed crack |
Stole my grandma’s rent money out her purse black |
I stay Tru 2 Da Game you devils' can’t see me |
I put that on my mom, I put that on my gold teeth |
My homies bangin', no respect for the American flag |
But they kill over that blue and red rag |
Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be |
Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be |
Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be |
Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be |
Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be |
Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be |
Verse 3: |
I remember back in the day smoking weed was the everyday drug |
Now days they shoot heroin and sell blood |
Back in the day catchin the clamps was gettin us shot |
Now days catch the AIDS and your time will stop |
My lil homies doin time, 25 with a L |
A victim of the system, I’d rather die and go to hell |
I try to be legit and start my own company |
'Till these sucker want to bump into P |
They point the finger at me for tellin another what to do |
How could another person tell you what to do |
I could tell you to rob or steal or kill |
Thats like pointin' the finger at Jack or Jill |
For being the first person on this little earth |
Is like askin' Mary why she had to give birth |
And who would be the next victim to lose his life |
And who would be the next one to make a life |
But when you make a life you gotta learn to teach your kid |
So one day they can grow up and make it big |
But all this gangbangin' and turf wars gotta cease |
Cause y’all know we livin in the last days G |
Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be |
Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be |
Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be |
Times done changed things ain’t what they used to be |