| Say You remember that shit
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| Talmbout them days nigga
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| We pull up nigga sta-flo starched down
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| Pants standing up by themselves
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| Big ass nugget mothafuckin' earrings fake ass gold chains nigga fake
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| Mothafuckin golds in our mouths
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| We the coolest niggas on earth mane starter jackets, gummies, flat tops
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| Nigga remember all that shit mane could’nttell me shit in my mothafuckin life
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| Late nights sweet talkin' on the mothafuckin phone
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| Thinkin we muhfuckin R&B stars an' shit
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| An' ya ass had to beat that curfew
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| Or ya ass was gettin an ass woopin nigga
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| (Yeah)
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| Thinkin' bout them early days like «What the fuck I did with life?»
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| Funny how fast time’ll past and make you pray to live it twice
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| Overalls and British knights
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| Spray painted the huffy bike
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| Just to ride the block like I’m the shit pull up on something nice
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| She was wearing daisy dukes finger weighs and hoopsins
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| Baskets from the grocery store just to shoot some hoops in
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| Corner store passing up them old niggas under the trees
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| Yelling out look out but I keep going its 90°
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| Hoping ain’t no dogs loose
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| Might just have to switch routes
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| Plus I want my kool cup
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| She better not be sold out
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| Gun be lookin' wop sided, leanin' like its fallin over
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| Grease fallin on my shoulder
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| Still I feel cool like the polar
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| I was playa though
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| Days like that made me who the fuck I am man
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| I remember mothafuckin me an' boss stepping out
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| Jay’ton ain’t old enough to come out so he gotta stay at the crib
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| Madder than a mothafucka
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| Nigga used to pull up at the skating ring nigga
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| Nigga any mothafuckin broad we want nigga we gon' shoot on sight
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| Lord knows prolly ain’t get them hoes anyway but fuck it
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| (Check it)
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| Doing things we had no business
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| Had me feeling like a menace
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| Hopping over gates and nigga knocking running like a scrimmage
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| Somewhere in and out my granny house she yelling close the door
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| Soon as she flip out and get that switch, oh shit its time to go
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| What youknow
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| Older brother on his way to juvenile
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| Jackin' cars begging them to ride but I was just a child
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| All I knew was a lot of laws, movies had us running wild
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| Gold tooth, open face, I wanted it just to smile
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| Couldn’t get it hit beauty supply and got the fake instead
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| Pager on my waist and stolen candy tryna make some bread
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| Stole my partna daddy gun bet no one go’n take my shoes
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| All about respect I knew to make a move or stay confused
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| I’m talmbout them stadium old days nigga
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| Round that time nigga nigga seen Menace to Society, Boyz 'n the Hood nigga
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| Err Thang dickie down nigga
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| You’d have thought we were biggest mothafuckin' gangstas in the city
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| I love that shit though mane
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| Them the mothafuckin' days man
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| (I pray they take me back)
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| I can’t tell about all this new shit going on rn
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| But I remember what we had going back then
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| Remember them mothafuckin' Rolex banners
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| Young nigga diggin', you knew him, crazy lil' mothafucker though
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| Motherfuckin' brother nigga, I ain’t forgettin' this shit |