Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When We Were Kids, artist - Termanology. Album song Out the Gate, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.01.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ST
Song language: English
When We Were Kids |
Hahahha what up Term-ti-term-term |
What up Ak. |
How you feeling man? |
So what’s on your mind brother? |
I was just thinking back to. |
Back when cats was younger |
You know I’m a little older than you and shit, but |
Couple of years |
That back in the days type of shit, shit was different man |
Yeah, yo I was born in the 80's man, shit was crazy man |
Yeah, it’s just like it was a whole different point of view |
A whole different perspective. |
Let me build on this with you, son |
Word up spit that shit |
[Akrobatik} |
Thinking back to 88, the memories will live on |
The box of cereal and wrestling every saturday morn' |
I remember one day I was mowing grandpa’s lawn |
I had the radio outside; |
«You Got’s To Chill» came on |
I used to run home from school for Rap City at three |
But now they only give the shorties ass and titties to see |
My homegirl said: «These rappers now-a-days is prettier than me» |
Whatever happened to days of Tribe and BDP |
We used to get up and run to the basketball court |
But now with everybody high NBA Live |
Is the closest thing we gettin' to sports |
These girls are 14 years old in they coochie cutter shorts |
It’s innosence is lost |
But some things are still the same though, keepin' a nigga raw |
Chris is still rippin' Rick Flair still gotta the figured form |
Let’s take it back to the essence |
So that the next generation could be happy with the presence |
Ain’t like it used to be — (Ain't like it used to be) |
When we were kids |
The 80's is crazy for the babies |
And now-a-days these little shorties amaze me |
Ain’t like it used to be — (Ain't like it used to be) |
When we were kids |
«Back in the day when I was younger» «Remember» |
«Back in the days» |
Way back, when Anni used to sit with us and talk |
And we was poor, so we used to take the bus or walk |
My mom schooled me, not to ever touch the rock |
Touch the white, or cook cocaine in a pot |
Listening to Pac, me and my brothers would box |
And write graffiti on the ground with the coloring chalk |
My brother was taught, never hang with them gangs |
Cuz when them things bang, you can lay in a box |
Take care what you rock, just for sayin' your not |
From another side of town, and the colors you rock |
Could your crib shot up, like your mother is not |
Sound a sleep with hoax like the government got |
I suddenly thought; |
look how much the world changed |
And life in general, dark nights and cold days |
Sittin' in hallway’s listening to old J’s |
Thinking of the old days, like P i reminice |
Ain’t like it used to be — (Ain't like it used to be) |
When we were kids |
The 80's is crazy for the babies |
And now-a-days these little shorties amaze me |
Ain’t like it used to be — (Ain't like it used to be) |
When we were kids |
«Back in the day when I was younger» |
«Back in the days» «Remember» |