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 |