Time That I Miss Hilltop Hoods

[Verse 1: Suffa, Pressure & Summit]
A time that I miss, or was it the time that I missed?
'Cause half the time I was pissed, check the time on your wrist
Sunshine in the crisp morning air of the lamp park
Hanging at barbecues, and other crews who’d never dare spark
Beef, 'cause it’s all chill, believe that it’s all chill
That was cool when they greet, broke leaf at the score
Still, school days were cool days, kickin’ the football always
Would be good, we would get detention, sent in hallways
I used to hate that shit, now I miss the crew from school
When getting pissed was cool and you got dissed if you was a fool
I walked the line to school when Belair was all peace
Back then I rode with heads and outran transit police (Whoop whoop)
"Ah shit, the cops," that’s the sound of the pigs
We used to rock, what’s the colour of a two-cent piece
(Copper, copper) I pissed off they trying to stop the hilltop
If proper was flopper all the real mates, still ain’t forgot ya
This is not the time or place that it used to be, would you agree
That you and me have grew to be the neighbourhood nuisancy
Truancy was regular, freestyles were meant for the
Ears of a peer, good times, I’ll remember you
In the mental with a dollar like, we direct and we make
It’s the Hoods, baby, rockin' freestyles at Apex

[Chorus]
On (on) till the early morn’
I keep it on (on) till the break of dawn