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Ahmad lyrics - Ahmad

Back In The Day (Jeep Mix)

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Intro: Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again Back in the days Verse One: When I just a little niggerole I looked up to my bigger bro Begged if I could kick it so when he went out with girls I could go taggin along Naggin if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodrat Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985 all the way live, I think I was about ten One of those happy little niggaz singin the blues That be always tryin to bag with the shag (and karate shoes) Sayin Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that Then he get mad and wanna scrap We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket You could tell the ballers cuz they bell wearin Gazelles If they really had money raised be sportin BK's and, all the girls had they turkish link If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it But, sometimes, I still sit and reminesce Then, think about the years I was raised, back in the days Chorus: repeat 2X Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again Verse Two: Back in the days, but now the year is '87 '88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high In 7th grade, I hated school (wish it'd blow up) No doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup) But let me finish this reminescin and tellin Bout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boys basket weaves, Nike Court Airs, and footsie socks And eatin pickles, with tootsie pops And it don't stop, I'm glad cuz when J.J. Fad hit Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses of hoochies, had poison airbrushes on they asses Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the Pumas with the fat laces, cuz it was either that or K-Swiss I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk Wishin all I had to do now, was finish homework It's true, you don't realize really what you got til it's gone and I'm not, gonna sing another sad song, but Sometimes I do sit and reminesce then Think about the years I was raised, back in the days Chorus: repeat 2X Verse Three: Niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown up Because I'm eighteen years old, and guess you could say I'm holdin down a steady job and crew steady mobbin you steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made But, didn't always have clout, used to live in South Central L.A. That's where I stayed and figured a way out I gave it all I had so for what it's worth I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first So (Ahmad and The Jones' is on our way up) Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid and we finally did, but Sometimes I still sit and reminesce, then Think about the years I was raised, back in the days Chorus: repeat 5X until fades (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day) (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day) (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)

The Game Is Over

JOHN DENVER "Whose Garden Was This?"
(Denver/Bourtayre/Bouchety) Time, there was a time, you could talk to me without speaking. You would look at me and I'd know all there was to know. Days I think of you and remember the lies we told in the night. The love we knew, the things we shared when our hearts were beating together. Days that were so few full of love and you. Gone, the days are gone now, days that seem so wrong now. Life won't be the same without you to hold again in my arms to ease the pain. And remember when our love was a reason for living. Days that were so few full of love and you. The game is over.

The Days

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(CH) The days so short and small The days not here at all The days gone so far away The days that are here to stay The days that rain might fall The days I feel no pain at all The days I jump I don't fall The days just seem so packed away. The days bright sunset glow the days the fire grows The days I'm scared to know The days just seem so far away. Today looking down the hall Today walking through the mall Today the first day of fall The things I'll do and say and see today. Yesterday all weak and lame Yesterday I spoke my name Yesterday i beat the game The days just aren't the same without you! but if I were to go back and change all those things If I were to go back today wouldn't be the same. (CH) The times I wished to go The times I couldn't show The times you couldn't see The times I just wasn't me. The times all gone and done now The weeks passing day by day The weeks going say by say The weeks passing through the time The weeks without spitting rhymes The months passing through the year The months that just bring a tear The months going 6 by 12 The months I wish I could pack it away and not live with myselve. The years going on nd on The years just flying by The times I just broke out to cry The years from one and on THIS SONG GOES ON!!!!! But the years keep on passing and our lives crumble too And our friends slowly move on just like me and you. And we've changed since the start and it's just too hard to part Things have changed so much,Lifes bundled up in bunch Goodbye.......Goodbye (CH) But ever since I was a kid ,got teased and called a skid The times I tried to fight,but then looked into the light And remembred that life was here,And rememred the times of cheer. As I was just 10 I've grown a lot since then I've moved on through life there was just too much pain and sti.....fe(hold) The days aren't gone and so I sing this song Cause life goes on (CH)(x3)

From A Dead Beat To An Old Greaser

JETHRO TULL "Too Old To Rock 'n' Roll: Too Young To Die!"
From a dead beat to an old greaser, here's thinking of you. You won't remember the long nights; coffee bars; black tights and white thighs in shop windows where blonde assistants fully-fashioned a world made of dummies (with no mummies or daddies to reject them). When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows played F.B.I. And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture --- sat in the station sharing wet dreams of Charlie Parker, Jack Kerouac, Ren/'e Magritte, to name a few of the heroes who were too wise for their own good --- left the young brood to go on living without them. Old queers with young faces --- who remember your name, though you're a dead beat with tired feet; two ends that don't meet. To a dead beat from an old greaser. Think you must have me all wrong. I didn't care, friend. I wasn't there, friend, If it's the price of pint that you need, ask me again.

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Impossibles "Return"
Held our breath for a long time Never thought these days would come to end And then we'd have to let them go Force fed and sleepless Never thought we'd learn love the road, the ride, the time it took away But here's our return One more chance to push each other down Tested our limits Pushed so hard that we broke in two And you are broken to this day Double-crossed and lied to I still lack parts that have clung to you And through it all I've ignored the pain But here's our return One more chance of sharing the rest of our Days move slowly Weeks spent lonely Years waiting for your return We have come so far in years A part of me will always be a part of you

Good Old Days

WEIRD AL YANKOVIC "Even Worse"
Oh some times I think back to when I was younger Life was so much simpler then Dad would be up at dawn He'd be watering the lawn Or maybe going fishing again Oh and mom would be fixing up something in the kitchen Fresh biscuits or hot apple pie And I'd spend all day long in the basement Torturing rats with a hack-saw And pulling the wings off of flies Those were the good old days Those were the good old days The years go by but the memory stays And those were the good old days I can still remember good old Mr. Fender Who ran the corner grocery store Oh, he'd strolled down the aisle with a big friendly smile And he'd say 'Howdy' when you walked in the door Always treated me nice, gave me kindly advice I don't know why I set fire to his place Oh I'll never forget the day I bashed in his head Well you should've seen the look on his face Let me tell ya now Those were the good old days Those were the good old days The years go by but the memory stays And those were the good old days Do you remember sweet Michelle She was my high school romance She was fun to talk to and nice to smell So I took her to the homecoming dance Then I tied her to a chair and I shaved off all her hair And I left her in the desert all alone Well sometimes in my dreams I can still hear the screams Oh I wonder if she ever made it home I tell ya Those were the good old days Those were the good old days The years go by but the memory stays And those were the good old days Let me tell ya buddy Those were the good old days Those were the good old days The years go by but the memory stays And those were the good old days

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