Back In the Day

Back in the day

Written by Chad Phipps

Performed by The Legendary Ghost

Produced by Donald XL Robertson

Mixed & Mastered by XLP Mastering

Publishing By Dogfonam Publishing BMI

Publishing By No Mistakes Allowed Publishing BMI

Label: MegaStone Media

VERSE ONE:

I remember way back as a child, running the street wild

Jerry curls for girls, flat tops my style

Sporting hand-me-downs look I aint even tripping

Catch me round the corner on the side street flipping

Until them old ladies started calling the cops

House party round the way player it don’t stop

Break dancing, pop locking, beat boxing

The ghetto girls p-popping, street hopping

Racing up the block on stolen bikes

In some scuffed up no name shoes called nikes

And fresh hair cuts got a lick and a smack

Reminiscing on the good times turn em back

When a dollar use to get you cold drinks chips and a pickle

And bubble gum three for a nickel

And bingo no strip yo we use to play

Tell me what more can I say, remember back in the day

VERSE TWO:

In the PJ’s trying to b-ball in the courtways

Or on crates in the alley had to duck strays

What you know about big wheels rolling in the sun

Or playing cool cans for fun

Throwing rocks at the pigeons in the parking lot

Throwing hands on them bustas if they talk a lot

I spot, man over board and cramp up

I ran through the cuts yet they had me jammed up, and what

Flexing till I caught a beat down

But that was just a part of the game, uptown

A lil skinny kid out to gain respect

And don’t worry bout mine or you gon’ get checked

All I wanted was the summer to last a lil longer

I’m heading back home its late I feel the hunger

My moms tripping, my pops whipping me for going to sleep

Cus I didn’t do the dishes all week, remember back in the day

VERSE THREE:

What about them old school shows that you all know

Good times, A different strokes, Hawaii five O

And no I cant forget about watching the Cosby’s

Fred Sanford a fool, tell me where would I be

Without 2-2-7 or Highway to heaven

I could watch em all long as I’m sleep by eleven

Saturday morning cartoons and Charlie Brown

He-Man, Voltron look its going down

The A-Team rolling with Mr. T.

What about wrestling when it use to be

Junkyard dog, Jake the Snake and Bam Bigalow

The Ultimate warrior, a few, maybe you should know

The hulkamaniacs made me tear up my shirts

And I’d D-D-T you outside in the dirt

Sometimes it really hurt, but that’s ok

Thinking back how we use to play, remember back in the day