Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Days Of My Youth, artist - Rashad
Date of issue: 28.11.2011
Song language: English
Days Of My Youth |
A young shorty, intrigued by the rap artist image |
Couldn’t let grandmoms catch me reciting lyrics |
If she did she got upset and gave me a lecture |
Told me rap was for hoodlums that didn’t really impress her |
They just a bunch of thugs that keep TEC’s on their dresser |
Out of respect for her I used to hide my tapes |
Quietly recording shows up at nights real late |
Stuffing papers in cassettes if I ain’t had no blanks |
From maxillae TV case that didn’t’t matter what the tape was |
The favorite show back in the days was probably Future Flavors |
Marley Marl and Pete Rock playing the exclusives |
Nothing but new hits, the one show that I refused to miss |
That was the era that gave me the most influences |
When rap was in its prime and the streets were damaged from crime |
I was in the lab drafting a rhyme |
Bumping 50 MC’s by Tony Touch while every track would rewind |
Late night video souls |
Those were the days of my youth |
Yeah, those were the days of my youth |
I used to rock a triple goose when it was cold |
Those were the days of my youth |
Yeah, those were the days of my youth |
Running around chasing skirts in the summer |
Those were the days of my youth |
Yeah, those were the days of my youth |
Being raised up by a single mother |
Those were the days of my youth |
Damn, what happened to the days of my youth |
Just a little kid who fiend to be placed on the TV screen |
Listening to Billie Jean smiling and dancing |
With tube socks and church shoes, acting like Michael Jackson |
That was way back when, Michael who my idol was |
Black mittens on my hands ‘cause I ain’t had no white gloves |
After that phase started admiring the thugs |
Letting my pants sag glow over my (Huarache) kicks |
Life to me was all about hip hop and comic strips |
Fighting with my television while my chick karate flicks |
Always taken care of, can’t say I was impoverished |
Sneaky little child always behaving suspicious |
Devious type flirting with the baby sitters |
Thank God for moms discipline, that made a difference |
Could’ve ended up being a problem child facing a sentence |
Instead I chose a path with limitations and restrictions |
On being and listening when no time was giving wisdom |
Getting bad grades at school |
Those were the days of my youth |
Yeah, those were the days of my youth |
Rocking Jordan’s made me feel a little cool |
Those were the days of my youth |
Yeah, those were the days of my youth |
Rap City in the basement |
Those were the days of my youth |
Yeah, those were the days of my youth |
Damn, I wonder where them days went |
Those were the days of my youth |
Damn, what happened to the days of my youth |
You could find me on the block chasing the ice cream truck |
A cooling out waiting for the fire hydrants to erupt |
Spraying water guns at everybody while I run and duck |
You know the younging, that came across as being mad shy and coy |
Nickname back in the day used to be shotty boy |
Liked a few sports but b-ball was one of my favorites |
Naive like every kid thinking I could make the Majors |
Found a new hobby which was putting pencils to pages |
Infected with a love for hip hop that got contagious |
First album on tape was 36 Chambers |
Started watching YO! |
MTV Raps with Dre and Ed |
Taping hot 97 in night before I lay in bed |
Black Moon 'Who's Got The Props' forever playing in my head |
Blasting my speakers when I heard Angie Martinez |
Battle of the beats, one of my favorite features |
Influenced by the music, so I switched up the dress-code |
Thinking I’m the man now because I rock fresh clothes |
From Hilfiger to Helly Hansen when the weather was cold |
Negro need catching grand hills on my feet |
Those memories are forever that I remember and keep |
From Jo Clear to Big Les |
Those were the days of my youth |
Yeah, those were the days of my youth |
Stocking cabs with a fitted on my head |
Those were the days of my youth |
Yeah, those were the days of my youth |
Yes, farmers and shirts by Tommy Hill |
Those were the days of my youth |
Yeah, those were the days of my youth |
Those times are long gone but still wear ‘em |
Those were the days of my youth |
Damn, what happened to the days of my youth? |