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