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Ahmad lyrics - Ahmad

Back In The Day (Remix)

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Intro: Jerome! Jerome! Put on that Bobby Womack! Nah girl I wanna go way back, ahh yeah check this out *needle is put to the groove on a dusty record* 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: 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 (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) Verse Two: I'm still 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 (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) Verse Three: Well, it's the 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 (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) *fades*

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.

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.

Raised In Three Days

Gaither Vocal Band "Back Home In Indiana"
Up the hill he stumbled 'neath the burden of the cross Trying hard to carry the sins of all the lost His strength was almost gone as he fell upon his knees Amid the angry crowd, with love for you and me Chorus: Raised in three days, death had lost its sting Rainsed in three days, forever as our king Raised in three days, the victory had been won Raised inthree days, Jesus the Father's Son Oh, so still he lay, as the nails wer put in place Though he felt the pain, there was love upon his face Then his blood was shed, as the day fled away God turned his back upon his son that day Chorus again..... In a borrowed tomb, they laid him, sealed by stone Awaiting the coming day, He was not alone When time was fulfilled, He came forth from the tomb Like a rose in springtime, he burst into full bloom Chorus last...

Days In Avalon

RICHARD MARX "Days In Avalon"
I'm nearing the end Or the beginning Whichever one finds me And I'm counting the tears And the blessings That I'll leave behind me I could not ask for more You were the one thing worth livin' for Chorus: I will remember days in avalon I will remember nights in your arms I will remember days in avalon And I will recall every moment Of my days in the sun As I embrace the twilight The memories surround me I would have been lost Sure as the rain comes If you hadn't found me Each breath I breathe is for you I never knew how to live 'til you taught me to Chorus I will run through the door I'm not afraid anymore And the light that I see is your eyes Once again I'll be whole I will live in your soul Longer than the rest of our lives Chorus

These Early Days

EVERYTHING BUT THE GIRL "Idlewild"
These early days You're only two and the whole wild world revolves around you, and nothing happened yet that you might ever wish to forget. It doesn't stay that way, if I could I'd make stay that way. And this you will recall in after years, though you may weary of this vale of tears - these days remember, always remember. You're only two and I've no wish to worry you, so pay no mind to those who say the world is unkind - that's just something they've read, and if I could I'd strike them dead. And this you will recall in after years, though you may weary of this vale of tears - these days remember, always remember. And honey there's no rush, the world will wait for you to grow up. And this you will recall in after years, though you may weary of this vale of tears - these days remember, always remember. I hope you never change, I'll call you Jimmy, they call you James; don't ever change, I'll call you Jimmy, they call you James.

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