SoulChef, Trace Blam - Remember When lyrics

[SoulChef, Trace Blam - Remember When lyrics]

Yo, check, yo

Remember when good times was lifting
Rocks looking for monsters
And not the 9 to 5 grind
For dollars chasing a profit
Nostalgia is my state of mind when
I relayed to that topic
I stayed on campus cause my
Man's made it to college
I kept a 35 on the average
And sold them shit's for sixty
Always getting busy with any bitch
With the biggest titties
Cali orange purple kush for powerful grasp
But for weed bags was criss
Crossing color me bad
Instead of partying responsibly and
Calling a cab i was drunk driving
Young buck thumb on the gas
Rest in peace to all the peacе


Of shit whips that I crashed
And took confetti almost deadly kеpt
A piece of the dash
Now that's a ways away from hide
And seek to playing freeze tag
Then negotiations that made Jim
Carrey The Mask
They tell me slow down I'm moving too fast
But, I live for the moment and let the
Photos take it live in the past

Remember back when all the music was live
Doing bad was like doing was fine
And street lights was how you going outside
Your people's had they music
Playing real loud
So you ain't, mind take me back to them times

Yeah, alright, yo take me back to boomboxes
And purchasing D batteries
High top fades and a cabbage patch
The running ran was hot whether you
Want slouch or bobo socks
Not know is to convince that mimic
Him would bow no bout
Was aight when Graham Hill made
Us want to drink Sprite
Couldn't dunk but during layups stuck
Your tongue out like Mike
Weed bags was tend copied
Tapes through the dub
Eddie Murphy with Buckwheat singing
Words with pinup
And bitches rockin baby powder did
The wap at the club
For a finger rings with a
Name display cover your nuts
If a chick agreed to see a
Movie gave you a rush
And it was aight if you got on a bus
Yeah too cool for school like Maya
Yeah you know how that goes
Dookie ropes and LL Cool J kangles
No laces was the flavor and
Adidas was the sneakers
You ain't limitless and this is
Reminiscent though the speakers

Remember back when all the music was live
Doing bad was like doing was fine
And street lights was how you going outside
Your people's had they music
Playing real loud
So you ain't mind, take me back to them times

Yo, check see I was good Walkman
Cell phones that was coddling
Scott Tell pagers that rewinded my tapes
House parties in neighborhoods started
Right around eight
All the rappers would pop lock when
DJs threw in the break
Those were the days when hype
Men strolled with a crate
And Kool Moe Dee was
Only caught wearing shades
Back when the Panthers threw a fist that
Say we black and we proud
The music was real it
Wasn't no biting allowed
B-bops was a daily practice back
When Dougie was out
Skipped your crib with your man hands
Sloppy Jones at his house
Smart arguments threw up hands but
Slap boxin it out
Took it too far then dog you
Get popped in the mouth
The even exchange, rockin new kicks in a rain
Get fresh to death just to go
And write graffiti on trains
Writing rhymes a hundred times was
Punishment for your ways
Till you skipped school like fuck rules
Those were the days

Remember back when all the music was live
Doing bad was like doing was fine
And street lights was how you going outside
Your people's had they music
Playing real loud
So you ain't mind take me back to them times

Back in the day
Somebody take me back in the day
I just wanna go back in the day

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