Remember When

Lyrics

Intro: Trace Blam Yo, check, yo Verse 1: Trace Blam 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 3.5 on the average and sold them shits 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 Hook: Trace Blam 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 (x2) Verse 2: Trace Blam 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 Hook: Trace Blam 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 (x2) Verse 3: Trace Blam 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 Hook: Trace Blam 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 (x2) Outro: Trace Blam Back in the day, somebody take me back in the day I just wanna go back in the day (x6)