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