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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 
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 
(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)

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