Good Ol Days (feat. Webbie)

I'ma send this out to the good old days (Good old days)
 All the OG's who showed me gang (80's and the 90's)
 All the music that got me through it
 You know what I'm talking about?
 KC and JoJo and shit like that, you know
 good old days
 Michael Jordan coming on, I'm going home
 (I'm gon' watch Mike)
 We ain't got money but we got love
 And it stretches long (It stretches long)
 Down the street, 'round the corner, through every home
 Reminisce in every song
 Motivating my uncle to sell every stone
 God made our house a home
 We was boys but we was strong
 We still come up with a smile even when we all alone
 The good days, it wasn't the same
 When we was broke, we didn't complain
 If we got wet up in the rain
 We got our cold and took the pian
 2Pac and Biggie was the name, shit
 Gone, gone, gone, long, long, long
 What we play on my block, nigga?
 So much yay on my block, nigga
 This before I ever got on the plane on the runway
 When Whitney Houston was our Beyoncé
 Them fuckin' 90's was the good old days
 Now them was the good old days
 (Now them was the good old days)
 Now them was the good old days
 (Now them was the good old days)
 (Good times, Fresh Prince, man, and Martin Lawrence)
 Now them was the good old days
 (Now them was the good old days)
 Now them was the good old days
 (Now them was the good old days)
 Now them was the good old days
 (Now them was the good old days)
 (Bernie Mac, man, and Chris Farley)
 Now them was the good old days
 (Now them was the days)
 Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days
 Now them was the days, them was the days
 Now them was the good old days
 (Them was the good old days)
 Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days
 Them was the days
 We used to window shop at Moss
 Smearing the glass with our fingers
 Wishing we ball 'til we fall like cabin rinse and cantina
 High points and chrome ninas, dice game, we was live
 Shoot the two, kill the three, forty-three to survive
 Black socks, the Fab Five had us swagging these the time
 The loyalty was never left behind a life of crime
 Getto Boyz was like my boys
 Feel like I knew 'em through they rhymes
 At that age, I saw a man cry and seen a man die
 2Pac he was that nigga from movie to motion pictures
 It was Pablo, no El Chapo, Wraith Edmond was Big Meech
 We had respect up on the streets, niggas wouldn't tell it like that
 Mike Tyson was Floyd Mayweather with a chip on his back
 Shit, them was the good old days
 Now them was the good old days
 (Now them was the good old days)
 Now them was the good old days
 (Now them was the good old days)
 (Good times, Fresh Prince, man, and Martin Lawrence)
 Now them was the good old days
 (Now them was the good old days)
 Now them was the good old days
 (Now them was the good old days)
 Now them was the good old days
 (Now them was the good old days)
 (Bernie Mac, man, and Chris Farley)
 Now them was the good old days
 (Now them was the days)
 Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days
 Now them was the days, them was the days
 Now them was the good old days
 (Them was the good old days)
 Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days
 Them was the days
 I hit a lick and went got grilled up and silked up
 We drove the bread truck until it filled up
 Chilling, a .225 up on my two-two-seven on my block
 My heart goes out to all the Florida heavens, and the pops
 I hopped off the porch with my brother
 the Wayans in living color
 Our favorite pants was wrestlers
 If we ain't trust you, then fuck you
 With no grease, ducking, hiding from police
 Clubbing, thugging with no sleep, no cable up on the TV
 (Them was the good old days)
 Retarded, couldn't play house parties
 When pickles was fifty cent
 That's when Dixie cups was a quarter
 The good old days
 Fuckin' right, nigga
 When you and your boy used to go half on a ten dollar sack
 Be high as a motherfucker, the good old days
 Michael Jordan coming on, I'm going home
 (They play the Knicks)
 We ain't got money but we got love, and it stretches long
 Michael Jordan coming on, I'm going home
 (I'm gon' watch Mike)
 We ain't got money but we got love, and it stretches long
 Good old days