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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 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

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

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

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

I'm still 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 reminiscin' and tellin'
'Bout when girls was bellin' tight corduroys 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 reminisce then
Think about the years I was raised back in the days

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

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

Well, it's the niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown up
Because I'm 18 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 reminisce, then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days

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

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

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

Nah, girl I wanna go way back, ahh yeah, check this out
Needle is put to the groove on a dusty record