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)