– I get this fucka like a little baby. Yo, back in the days everything was all smooth and common, shit was like...
– What's that for, nigga?
– Yo, man, I'm doin' it, I'm doin' it, man! I seen it like back, back like fuckin' ‘79.
– Everybody the one I like.
– Now that ‘87 that's my favorite shit, y'know. All of shit, everything. Everything was lovely, man. Yo! Get the fuck outta the way, nigga! What the fuck, yo! Who the fuck is that? Ayo, Ghost and Rae, what's up witchall, niggas, man, fuck y'all, nigga, ay!
[Intro]
[Gladys Knight:]
Hey, you know everybody's talking about the good old days, right? Everybody! The good old days, the good old days.
Well, let's talk about the good old days.
[Raekwon:]
Yeah, good ol' days.
Yeah, let's talk about it. Word up, baby!
Know what I'm sayin'?
Take you on this lyrical high real quick,
1993 exoticness, knamsayin'?
Let's get technical, where's your bone at?
Get up on that shit, aight?
[Chorus: Gladys Knight]
Can it be that it was all so simple then? [x4]
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Yo! Started off on the Island a.k.a. Shaolin,
Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin'.
Back in the days I'm eight now, makin' a tape now,
Rae gotta get a plate now,
Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one
Till I got blaow-blaow-blaow, felt one.
Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen
Shootin' that that's that shit in his blood stream,
That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey,
And niggas know that habit's behind me.
Day one, yo, growin' all up in the ghetto,
Now I'm a weed fiend jetting to Palmetto,
In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout.
Pushin' the big joint from down South,
So if you're filthy stacked up,
Better watch your back and duck,
‘Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up.
Now my man from up north, now he got the loft,
It's solid as a rock and crazy salt.
No jokes, I'm not playin', get his folks,
Desert Eagle his dick and put ‘em in a yoke,
And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop,
I pointed a gat at his mother's knot.
Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!
Fuck that!
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
Dedicated to the winners and the losers.
Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers
Dedicated to the 5's, 850i's.
Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys!
Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's.
Dedicated to MPV's, phat, nigga, yeah!
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Yo! Kickin' the fly clichés,
Doin' duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day,
Though, I'm tired of bustin' off shots, havin' to rock knots,
Runnin' up in spots and makin' shit hot.
I'd rather flip shows instead of those,
Hangin' on my living room wall,
My first joint — and it went gold!
I wanna lamp, I wanna be in the shade,
Plus, the spotlight, gettin' my dick rode all night.
I wanna have me a phat yacht,
And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops,
But for now it's just a big dream,
‘Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen.
My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain
‘Cause times is changed and life is strange,
The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doin' bad,
Yo, mad lives is up for grabs.
Brothers passin' away, I gotta make wakes,
Receivin' all types of calls from upstate,
Yo, I can't cope with the pressure, settlin' for lesser,
The God left lessons on my dresser,
So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way,
Continue to make more hits with Rae and A.
Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime.
Peace to mankind, Ghostface, carry a black nine, nigga.
Word up like that!
[Chorus – x2]
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