S.L.A.B., Z-Ro - I Remember lyrics

I find myself in a daze
Sitting watching time fly on by
I tried to catch a grip
But somehow we keep moving on by
We came a long way
From playing hide-and-seek on the block
To bleeding corners on the daily
Barely missing the cops
We turned to grown men
Quicker than the blink of an eye
Some of us made it some of us didn't
But still we got by
What about the good times
Ain't too many but I remember stadium Bowl
The rest of the clubs wouldn't let us in 'em
We was young
And plus our pants sag like Dubs
But we ain't care
Cause half of the parking lot knew who we was
We came from riding on a bike
And graduated to a Houpe


Six deep with a grey cassette
Trying to swang banging Screw
That was the days
But now we only riding with guns
Only understanding I got
Is multiplying my funds
And moving slow in a drop
Pass bops so grimey missing better days
Hoping they could come and find me

I remember, being kids on the block
Pennies and my nickels, soon turned to a knot
I went from playing tag
To me running from the cops
Went from Tunker Toys, me swanging in a drop
Flying pass bops
I remember, being kids on the block
Pennies and my nickels, soon turned to a knot
I went from shooting water
To me loading up a Glock
I came from the gutter
Trying to make it to the top shit don't stop

I remember kicking it
With my niggas in Middle School
In the hall full time
Fuck class and all the rules
Late night, I was with the OG's on the block
Curfew broke
But I was trying to stack me a knot
With my nigga Raw-C, Nick and the T-Head
Can't forget about the J2, and blocks we bled
Playing tackle football
While we on the concrete
In the house, imitating everybody we can beat
From the West to the North
With my nigga Pyrex
On the hunt for some bops
Roaming through the projects
When I turned 16, Trae bought me a car
Four 15's, so the hood know who we are
Jay walking, so you know I'm walking it fly
T-shirt creased up, fuck a suit and a tie
Them was the days
I'll probably never see him again
So my main focus now
Is for me stacking my ends

I was raised back in the 80's
I can tell ya bout the Smurfs we was kids
We done traded our nurse for hard work
I can go back in the day
To playing get like me
In the hood looking for trouble
Can you hit like me
I was a youngster in the street life
Bailing through the street lights
First pair of G-Nike's
Ask a nigga what that G like
I remember playing curve ball, and soccer
They got most of my homies chained up
In 5-by-7 lockers
The days ain't the same, in '79
Nigga was cool in '94
But now everybody walk in a shady line
25 years of keeping it real
Wasn't hard for me living for the moment
To hit the gates for the Lord to see

I done came a long way, from cutting class
No more ducking hall monitors
Now the FED's on my ass
Grown man shit Joseph Wayne McVey
I never thought I would say
That a state jail or prison
Is a place I'd have to stay
I remember Saturday morning
Cartoons and basketball
Half of the niggas I was hooping with
In a casket y'all
The streets, is a graveyard
187's every second, please
Watch over my days Lord
I'm nothing but a Christian
I'm down with Jehovah but this day in time
You ain't gon make it if you ain't a soldier
So God forgive me because I'm strapped
Somebody might try to do me
The real world ain't like my block
This shit it like a movie
Make me wanna travel back in time
Like Michael J fox
To when all my people was living
And it was love on the block
But ain't nothing but the future
Bout to take place
It'll never be 1989 again
So nigga fuck friends