Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Things Ain't What The Used To Be, artist - Master P. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Things Ain't What The 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 cl&s 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 |