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Times was simply plain I knew they'd eventually change
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Let's take a trip down memory lane
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With the game talker, native New Yorker
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Gators on my feet, formerly British walker
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Yes love, that's how it was before
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When you was funky fresh or down by law
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Parlay with your crew at the corner store
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Carrying a boom box 몋il your arms were sore
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We be wildin' on the corner free stylin'
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Or politickin' 멳out doe we see piling
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Or either girls we be getting with, how we be hitting it
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Lying bout skins that we didn't get
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Slow moving at paces through the rat races
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The Jordache look and fat laces
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Making moves any type of way
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I remember it like yesterday, hey
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Chorus
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Here's to you
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That's how it was before
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When you was funky fresh or down by law
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Way back in the days how we used to do
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Thank you for the good times y'all
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Repeat
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Verse 2
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D??vu, things ain't nothing new
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Shorties make me think how we used to do
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When you couldn't be sleeping, if you plan on keeping
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Hold of your sheepskin, heads do be peeping
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Think it can't happen to you, now could it?
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Came to school wearing Puma's went home barefooted
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And on the weekends when everybody click
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To slide to the deuce to check Karate flicks
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Come back around the way after dark
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So the crew could embark on the jam in the park
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What would happen that night, was to scrap in a fight
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Only way to break it up was playing Rappers Delight
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And as I sit back watching you
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Shorties out there doing what you got to do
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I feel for you being sincere
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Cause where you trying to go I already been there, yeah
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Chorus
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Verse 3
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Ain't nothing but love I got to give
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I don't playa hate cause we all got to live
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That negative lifestyle I prohibit
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Good life I got to live it, bubbly I got to sip it
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Now I'll admit that I sort of be flashing
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But yet and still I do it in an orderly fashion
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Bring on the honeys and watch me mack these, stack cheese
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Go on with your bad self, Black Caes
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Just when the game got the stakes set high
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Straight from Bed Stuy, the return of the Jedi
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With a jewel cause I'm tired of seeing
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Charges being brought up, on brothers getting caught up
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Now it's about time we connect, organize and collect
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A new wold order's in effect
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I send this out to the shorties in the hood
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I wanna see you all live good
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Chorus
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Chorus
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2 Da Good Tymz
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Big Daddy Kane |