Lyrics:
wanna go back to the good old days
When you laid by my side
I miss those days spent with you
I wish to go back in time and do it all again
Like in
your mind blow
Halftime and then smoke a blunt then it's back on
Girl I want to hear you scream by babe well your man gone
She a freak and a model
Like
Like my old white man
And all his old white friends
Judged by my old white skin
One day I'll be an old white man
With old white money in the bank
a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
o'place it was
Before it got "discovered" by the kind o'
Cat that knows the earth belongs t'him
Back when the world was young
An' man was a living god
Gimme gimme that high five
Good time
Get 'em way down low
Gimme gimme that low dough
Good God
Bring 'em back again
Gimme gimme that high ten
Gimme gimme that high five
Good time
Get 'em way down low
Gimme gimme that low dough
Good God
Bring 'em back again
Gimme gimme that high ten
playin wit mine the greatest story ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety five wit demo raw raps is knives
To skin all ya'll cats alive
Take your time
You know what time it is
When cats hop out of the whip with masks on
All black on with macs on (you know what time it is)
I spent more than 10
cats, and Steven Spielberg
They say we ain't actin' right
Always try to turn our fuckin' color into black and white
But they'll never change 'em, never
the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past and the time to come
Reminisce on Bed-Stuy when I was spry and young
I used to try
like this...
The part of Bruce the Duck is played by an oboe...
Louie the Cat is a clarinet. All right, he's not really a
clarinet. He's just --- you
(dog in the hood)
That can go to the projects (School Street, Home of the Brave)
By his fuckin' self and be good (good)
Yeah, nigga, ask niggas on my
Till the party got turned out, and niggas started bustin
So we headed back to the hood, lookin for somethin else to do
But that's when one-time jacked
alone, the ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes
I know the jewels, no time for them thoughts, too much
in iraq
You don't know I rock?
What you under a rock?
Old cats beggin us to bring that beat back
Each generation thinks
The next one is wack
Ready for whatever ya'll got in store
Pause on the smoke
Stress by the boat
Fuck I'm having withdrawals
God on the line
He said it's my time
I'm done
spend some time, stay alive
It'll take your heart and it'll steal your mind
Oh, they're just cats without claws
Never had a good reason
Never had a cause
signing another deal?"
They ain't even get back to me in time
So I went somewhere else and I don't know who butthurt or what
I could give a fuck, man
at the grass down by the river
Where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
The builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
will be mine
Surrounded by pine
Smoking the trees with the homie Don Pease
Exhale with ease
Damn what a tease
Back to reality
You don't want to battle
hands and he see
Weight of the bands in your grands and she see
Always close cap make it up with cc's
Get a new bliss every-time my deity
Slick gotta back
could know that the good old days
Are right now yeah I wish they could stay
I wish I could know that the good old times
Stay in my head yeah just so faint
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
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