[Fate Wilson]
Okay, I remember the days
High Rise, Lil Lefts, Even Stevens and Faze
Troops Lotto and BK's those was the days
High tech boots spray paintin' with ya name
T-shirts airbrushed that read the same
They carrying Bone's chain
One gone but yo we miss ya'
Harris photos school shots can you remember
Bury him told his bitch go to the perm and die
Didn't lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5
When she disobeyed hand off clated craze
Just to reiterate dog those was the days
For the invasions of hater I ain't cool to mile around
Use to get down at True Flavors bumping Key Lo
Walkin' damage cross colored and Paco
While play more step than talent shows
Prom nights tux and cane know its so cool
Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school)

[Chorus: Keon Bryce]
We was trying so hard
Hard to survive
Cause even though we were young
We had to stay strong
No matter what we went through
It was me and my crew
And that's how we win
When we were kids

[Fate Wilson]
In 3 months we stayed in Jamestown
Hamwood and Diplomats
Played with Transformers, G.I. Joe's and Thundercats
We was lovin' that
Before to started jacking jacks
For notes from Red Oaks had folks scared to come through
Collis Park after dark
Crown Victorias police armored cars
Be aware, wang wiggas was out there
But we didn't care kids was gettin' stabbed and ditched out there
To busy playing, Double Dare
You touched shorty on the ass that's a bet
Want ya cool-Aid and sugar smack ya hands and say sweat
It's mine now place it in my Louie Vaton pouch
Thump a nigga on his knuckles make him say ouch
Slout socks box Chevy Caprice
Hot knees cut the holes Disturbing The Peace
Wit no conscience broke niggas call em nonsense
No com-mission little faded payin' homage

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
I had a Long John but no Silver
No gold or plat
I was simply red from the years I been holdin' back
With 2 sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches
And set fires in garbage pales and cabbage patches
A child of the corn been wild since I was born
Climbin' over barb wire clothes got torn
Shoes got muddy and my click turned cruddy
Wherever I go they went they my buddy
I brush teef brush naps and cause treats
Dreamin' of Cadillac with wheels and plush seats
Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats
Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf
When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for action!
Starin' at beer cans and a moment to crack one
Want to hang with the big boys and play with the big toys
And 'buse the people making all that god damn noise

[Chorus: x2]

Writer : BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN/WILSON, A./BRYCE, K./FRANCIS, P.
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.