Ahmad - Back In The Day Lyrics
Intro:Jerome! jerome! put on that bobby womack!Nah girl i wanna go way back, ahh yeah check this out*needle is put to the groove on a dusty record*Back in the days when i was young i'm not a kid anymoreBut some days i sit and wish i was a kid againBack in the days when i was young i'm not a kid anymoreBut some days i sit and wish i was a kid againBack in the daysVerse one:When i just a little niggeroleI looked up to my bigger broBegged if i could kick it soWhen he went out with girls i could go taggin alongNaggin if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodratY'all remember way back then, when it was 1985All the way live, i think i was about tenOne of those happy little niggaz singin the bluesThat be always tryin to bag with the shag (and karate shoes)Sayin "yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"Then he get mad and wanna scrapWe stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bikeTo play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloesThen switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that getsOld and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacketYou could tell the ballers cuz they bell wearin gazellesIf they really had money raised be sportin bk'sAnd, all the girls had they turkish linkIf it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do itBut, sometimes, i still sit and reminesceThen, think about the years i was raised, back in the daysChorus:Back in the days when i was young i'm not a kid anymoreBut some days i sit and wish i was a kid againBack in the days when i was young i'm not a kid anymoreBut some days i sit and wish i was a kid again(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)Verse two:I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87'88 that's when my crew and i were in junior highIn 7th grade, i hated school (wish it'd blow up)No doubt i couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup)But let me finish this reminescin and tellinBout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boysBasket weaves, nike court airs, and footsie socksAnd eatin pickles, with tootsie popsAnd it don't stop, i'm glad cuz when j.j. fad hitSupersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shortsOr, to wear jeans and it seemed like the massesOf hoochies, had poison airbrushes on they assesDudes, had on nike suits, and the pumas withThe fat laces, cuz it was either that or k-swissI miss those days, and so i pout like a grown jerkWishin all i had to do now, was finish homeworkIt's true, you don't realize really what you got til it's goneAnd i'm not, gonna sing another sad song, butSometimes i do sit and reminesce thenThink about the years i was raised, back in the daysChorus(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)Verse three:Well, it's the niggerole, i figure that now i'm all grown upBecause i'm eighteen years old, and guess you could say i'm holdinDown a steady job and crew steady mobbinYou steady bobbin your head and i'm paid, so i got it madeBut, didn't always have clout, used to live in south central l.a.That's where i stayed and figured a way outI gave it all i had so for what it's worthI went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now i'm firstSo (ahmad and the jones' is on our way up)Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kidAnd we finally did, butSometimes i still sit and reminesce, thenThink about the years i was raised, back in the daysChorus(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)*fades*
