BackInTheDay

Back in the Day (Re-Recorded) - AHMAD LEWIS

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 a was kid again

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 tagging along

Nagging 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 singing the blues

That be always trying to bag with the shag and karate shoes

Saying your 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 playing 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 wearing gazelles

If they really had money raised be sporting bk's

And all the girls had they turkish link

If it broke then they made earrings to

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

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 7 th grade I hated school wish it'd blown up

No doubt I couldn't wait to get out

And be a grown up

But let me finish this reminescing and telling

Bout when girls was belling tight courderoys like for the boys

Basket weaves nike court airs and footsie socks

And eating pickles with tootsie pops

And it don't stop I'm glad 'cuz when jj 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 airbrushed 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

Wishing all I had to do now was finish homework