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 
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