Woman:
Jerome!, Jerome!
Put on that Bobby Womack
Man:
Naw, Girl I Wanna go way back
Check This Out
(Teddy Pendergrass' "Turn off the lights" starts)
Chorus:
Back In the days when I was young
Im not a kid anymore but somedays
I Sit and wish I was A Kid Again
Back In the days.....
Royce Da 5 9
(Verse I)
Back in the days when I was just a little niggero
I looked up to my bigger bro begged if I could kick it
So when he when out with girls I could go taggin along naggin
If she had a sis I could mack a baby hoodrat
Yall remember way back then when it was 1985 all the way live
I think I was about ten
One of those happy little niggas singin the blues
That be always tryna bag with the shag and karate shoes
Sayin yo momma black his momma this his momma that
Then he'd get mad and wanna scrap we'd stay mad about
10 minutes then its like back on the bike to play Hide and Go Get It
With the younger hoes by the bungalos then switch to playin ding dong ditch
When that gets old and too cold to hack it
Throw on a bomber jacket
You could tell the ballas 'cause they bailed wearin Gazelles
If they really had money raised we sportin new K's
And all the girls had they turkish link
If it broke then they made earrings too
Like they meant to do it
But sometimes I still sit and reminiese and
Think about the years I was raised back in the days
Jerome!, Jerome!
Put on that Bobby Womack
Man:
Naw, Girl I Wanna go way back
Check This Out
(Teddy Pendergrass' "Turn off the lights" starts)
Chorus:
Back In the days when I was young
Im not a kid anymore but somedays
I Sit and wish I was A Kid Again
Back In the days.....
Royce Da 5 9
(Verse I)
Back in the days when I was just a little niggero
I looked up to my bigger bro begged if I could kick it
So when he when out with girls I could go taggin along naggin
If she had a sis I could mack a baby hoodrat
Yall remember way back then when it was 1985 all the way live
I think I was about ten
One of those happy little niggas singin the blues
That be always tryna bag with the shag and karate shoes
Sayin yo momma black his momma this his momma that
Then he'd get mad and wanna scrap we'd stay mad about
10 minutes then its like back on the bike to play Hide and Go Get It
With the younger hoes by the bungalos then switch to playin ding dong ditch
When that gets old and too cold to hack it
Throw on a bomber jacket
You could tell the ballas 'cause they bailed wearin Gazelles
If they really had money raised we sportin new K's
And all the girls had they turkish link
If it broke then they made earrings too
Like they meant to do it
But sometimes I still sit and reminiese and
Think about the years I was raised back in the days
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