Ahmad - Back In The Day (Jeep Mix) Lyrics

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Intro:

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore

But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore

But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days

Verse One:

When I just a little niggerole

I looked up to my bigger bro

Begged if I could kick it so

When he went out with girls I could go taggin along

Naggin if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodrat

Y'all remember way back then when it was 1985

All the way live I think I was about ten

One of those happy little niggaz singin the blues

That 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 scrap

We stay mad about ten minutes then it's like back on the bike

To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes

Then switch to playin ding dong ditch when that gets

Old and too cold to hack it threw on a bomber jacket

You could tell the ballers cuz they bell wearin Gazelles

If they really had money raised be sportin BK's

And all the girls had they turkish link

If it broke then they made earrings to it like they meant to do it

But sometimes I still sit and reminesce

Then think about the years I was raised back in the days

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Chorus: repeat 2X

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore

But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore

But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Verse Two:

Back in the days but now the year is '87

'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high

In 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 tellin

Bout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boys

Basket weaves Nike Court Airs and footsie socks

And eatin pickles with tootsie pops

And it don't stop I'm glad cuz when J.J. Fad hit

Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts

Or to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses

Of hoochies had poison airbrushes on they asses

Dudes had on Nike suits and the Pumas with

The fat laces cuz it was either that or K-Swiss

I miss those days and so I pout like a grown jerk

Wishin all I had to do now was finish homework

It's true you don't realize really what you got til it's gone

And I'm not gonna sing another sad song but

Sometimes I do sit and reminesce then

Think about the years I was raised back in the days

Chorus: repeat 2X

Verse Three:

Niggerole I figure that now I'm all grown up

Because I'm eighteen years old and guess you could say I'm holdin

Down a steady job and crew steady mobbin

You steady bobbin your head and I'm paid so I got it made

But didn't always have clout used to live in South Central L.A.

That's where I stayed and figured a way out

I gave it all I had so for what it's worth

I went from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first

So (Ahmad and The Jones' is on our way up)

Yup we said that we was gonna make it since a kid

And we finally did but

Sometimes I still sit and reminesce then

Think about the years I was raised back in the days

Chorus: repeat 5X until fades

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