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Back In The Day Lyrics - Singles - Ahmad

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 hood rat 

 

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 bungalows 

 

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 

 

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, 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 blown 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 Cortez, 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 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 

Wishin' all I had to do now, was finish homework 

 

It's true, you don't realize really what you got till 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 

 

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 

 

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 reminence 

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 

 

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 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 

 

And everybody say 

I remember way back when 

And everybody say 

I remember way back when 

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