Lyrics

[Intro: Joell Ortiz] Remember that? Little Ido runnin' through the hood with the fro. With dirt on his nose. I used to go out at the break of dawn. And then my moms used to have to come find me [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] No more coco-levio one, two, three One, two, three, all that is to me is a memory Cookout in the part, a game of two hand touch Arguments turn into slap boxing, two hands up We play music in front of the building, music up ya block Late night cyphers we played music in the dark Today I felt rich, my outfit was super sharp Back when Coney Island felt like my amusement park The ice cream truck stoppеd, the hood stopped My cone of choicе, vanilla with rainbow sprinkles on top The ice cream truck leave the kids chase Some of us rode on the back, the rest of y'all couldn't keep pace Hands under the Johnny pump, the water splashed in my face Chalk graced the sidewalk I yellin', "I'm in first place" After freeze tag, e'rybody put ya feet in I was suppose to been upstairs but it was all worth the beatin' [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] Flashback to when things was all good Summertime felt like forever on them days in my hood They cookin' burgers over there The franks done over here Bust a move anywhere, they playin' music e'rywhere Flashback to when things was all good Summertime felt like forever on them days in my hood There's no beef today, they put the heats away I wish it felt like this each and every day [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Girls jumpin' double dutch The thugs dump another Dutch Just left my corner store I stole some peanut butter cups And called Peanut out the window, told him wake his brother up And bring both ya bikes down I built a ramp for us to jump I had the Super Soaker 30, TK had the 50 Cheetah had the backpack joint, courtesy of Neice Walk by 290 bench you got drenched, make it easy Take money out yo' pocket and that beeper off ya hip Cause if you don't cooperate you still leavin' with ya drip Go upstairs, switch clothes, come down meet up with the clique Tell Merk bring out his radio and beats for us to rip Each of us would spit, swear to God my team was it Scratch the stem on an M80 before you struck a match Throw a Screamer in the box, light it with a Jumping Jack Tie fire crackers together, light the whole fuckin' pack Back in the days was lit, no pun intended scrap [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] Flashback to when things was all good Summertime felt like forever on them days in my hood They cookin' burgers over there The franks done over here Bust a move anywhere, they playin' music e'rywhere Flashback to when things was all good Summertime felt like forever on them days in my hood There's no beef today, they put the heats away I wish it felt like this each and every day