(Bonafied funk for your fanny) --> Sondoobie
[ VERSE 1 ]
Dig it, if you got the feeling, then jump and rip the roof up
Steady flowin rhymes, drop 'Heavy' like that 'Blue Funk'
Niggaroe, Westcoast kid, with the new sound
Never fake, I be real, so what you gonna do now?
Battle? I don't think so, look, I got your noose tugged
Did ya, now standin there, daisy with your dukes up
Who's up next to watch me get loose, then bruise necks
And niggas who stink
Then go hang out like a link
I'm the brink of the blow up
Sink and watch me go up
Another level, let the bass boom
As the treble tunes up
My too rough style
I'm too tough
I'm gifted, ovin the crowd
I make em get up, then I get down
It's the sound of the new kid gettin stupid
I know shit stinks, so I don't mind if you loop it
Oops, almost went pop, now drama like that deserves a Grammy
It's the (bonafied funk for your fanny)
[ CHORUS ]
So groove to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)
And if you got the feeling
(Jump and touch the ceiling)
Move to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)
And if you got the feeling
(Jump and touch the ceiling)
[ VERSE 2 ]
Well, the king of the hill's back, blew up like a well
Got a leash and I go in and out of style like your bell-
Bottoms, say shit that's real like 'I'm nuts over midgets'
Pitch, then make my mic throw a strike like a picket
Not really into baseball, but I'm an all-american
Still act a fool
Breakin rappers like a rule
I'm cool, mostly peaceful
Kick it with my people
But if I go insane
You can jump and do the same
Thing, I gotta sing
La-la, if you got that swing
Follow me, get wreck
I make you bounce like a check
Mic-check, 1-2
Stand and watch me run through
A crew real easy, but that's only if I want to
Murder if I want it, stand and watch me flaunt this shit
I'm like the mafia, I keep on makin hits
I know which way is up
And won't stop
Till I hit rock bottom
That's the truth
But for now smack the roof
Then groove to the
(Bonafied funk for your fanny)
[ CHORUS ]
Break it down, y'all
[ VERSE 3 ]
Well, I'm not a baby, but I got another verse left to spit out
King of the hill, knock em down when they get up
Westcoast kid, they got the goods, and can get - ehm
Busy on the mic like this
So pump your fist
And never hit the FF button on my cassette
Just sit stunned
Dn't give me no props until I'm done
Your mouth's wide open cause you're hopin
That you might be able to be label-
Mates with the great niggaroe
I'm just down with the king, and you're not it
Lookin for your gift, but I already shot it
I wreck shop with real hip-hop, so at last it's
Ahmad with the (bonafied funk) for your asses
So groove to the
(Bonafied funk for your fanny)
[ CHORUS ]
Do the Watussi to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)
And if you got the feeling
(Jump and touch the ceiling)
Do the Butt to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)
And if you got the feeling
(Jump and touch the ceiling)
Do the Jerk to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)
And if you got the feeling
(Jump and touch the ceiling)
Move to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)
And if you got the feeling
(Jump and touch the ceiling)
Groove to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)
And if you got the feeling
(Jump and touch the ceiling)
{If you didn't come to dance, then you don't want the funk} - *2X*
{If you didn't come to dance, then you don't want the funk}
{We want the funk!} - *both 4X*
[Ahmad]
Dig it the mic is mine I'm the incredible man, with the gift of gab
And when I speak you'll be doin the freak
So if, you don't want the funk then you a punk
Everybody out of they chairs should go for theirs, and
if you can find anyone better or as bad as mine
that's thick as a dreadlock and rocks like Lenny Kravitz
then you done great, you done good
Wait I hope they told you, I'll explode to any track
I'm back on top, ready to drop bombs
I'm the only rapper that can rap like this, then do the twist
So HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE let put the boom back in it
to show the Joneses can win it, and that's my crew
That's my clan, that's my posse
The niggaz with the funky tunes, turn up the volume
All you ballers, with your six-four Impalas
and bass comin out of your trunk, you better holla if you want the funk
{If you didn't come to dance, then you don't want the funk}
{We want the funk!} - *both 4X*
[Ahmad]
Word now everybody get up, then sit back down and yell (HO!)
The niggarole's back with a verse and it gets worse
By worse I mean better than you and I can do
crews and never lose in fights because I write
and flip scripts I rip up punks and do a cheer
Think I'd ring the funk bell yell (party over here!)
Now peep what I wrought and maybe I even got
a million funk styles for ya bay-bay
In stacks so when I rap the claps come
through I'm new but been hearin cheers for years and
Fear is a mindstate, I rip up raps and do up dance stuff
The great Ahmad, if you agree then nod
your head like this or like that I can rap with anyone
and still won't fall, I do it all
So y'all kids with tapes on your shelves and
twelves boomin out of your trunk, you better yell if you want the funk
{If you didn't come to dance, then you don't want the funk}
{We want the funk!} - *both 6X*
[Ahmad]
Well I'm still kickin the funk, don't believe it you don't have to
But, bet a buck, you gon' believe it when I leave it stuck
Imprinted, through a rhyme I invented
to indent your skull cause I got SOUL
Everybody get ready, then set go and when I let go
of the microphone, get your jam on
But one more thing before I sing cause I'm fat
And ask for you please get off your rump
and SCREAM if you want the funk
{If you didn't come to dance, then you don't want the funk}
{We want the funk!} - *both 4X*
{If you didn't come to dance, then you don't want the funk}
{Party over here, bust you over there} - *2X*
*repeat all 8X*
{If you didn't come to dance, then you don't want the funk} - *2X*
{If you didn't come to dance..} {We want the funk!}
{Give me that funky baby, give me that funk} - {We want the funk!}
*repeat this 8X*
{If you didn't come to dance, then you don't want the funk}
Aiyyo what's goin on it's Ahmad on the microphone
Bout to tell y'all about the Palladium
Me and my boys, the Joneses crew in the house
Kick it
[Ahmad]
Yo it's the end of the day and it's Friday (hey)
Ahmad how bout a show to the stadium (what) you know what the Palladium
(It's cool) We can't get faded, oh that's right you don't drink
but there's a better incentive, it won't cost, you know the hoe swing
Well I said guess I guess
It's better to flex than be at home watchin "Chips"
I'd rather watch chicks
I flipped, looked to the right of me, tons of honies
One was a Playboy bunny, but I left her
Hugh Hefner's no joke, he's too heavy for my kind
I play blind and went out lookin for my type
That's right, my type, a cute fine girl named Sabrina
Coolin at the bar with her friend Tina
Way I was dressed, they thought I was ballin like Bobby Bonilla
Bought a pina colada and got another
Reached in my pants pocket, (??) riches (?) on paper
Saw a cutie 'cross the room, went on another caper
I approached her, she started havin fits
It was the pits - cause this chick thought she was the shit
My homey Kay said let's go
Ahmad ain't even fadin it y'all, cause it's cool at the Palladium
[Chorus]
At the Palladium, yo it's a great show
At the Palladium is where everybody goes {repeat both lines 3X}
At the Palladium, yo it's a great show
At the Palladium.. word
[Ahmad]
Yo it's Friday the Palladium (whattup) what a great show
Kids chillin like nerds couldn't get in so they sittin on curbs
Cars rollin by deep, you couldn't miss 'em
Tempers start stowin so brothers start throwin fists at fights
I seen night lights hit skulls and glove boxers
Rock stars in limos stretch, smokin cess
I walk in and see brothers and broads causin havoc
Havoc and mayhem both straight from the West coast
Most of the dancers are housers
Some a few freaks freakin, guys playin to get laid this weekend
Speak of the devil, better put in my bid
But first get rid of this chick, she's on my testicles
Cause Ahmad is the God, I don't test no hoes
I just maintained and step in the vestibule
Be reminiscent of disses
I'm throwin body blows to weak rappers and tossin 'em to the fishes
Then callin Mrs., Bla Bla Blah
Mrs. So-and-So, your kid was blowin smoke so I choked him
Uhh, I'm just givin my respects, leave my condolences
Like when I'm bowlin, I'm bowlin strikes, I never miss
yikes - I gotta go cause they flowin I think it's my day
So chill and let's groove at the Palladium Friday
[Chorus]
[Ahmad]
Kick it yo I'm still cool at the Palladium show
Yellin out yo's with my bros and steady clockin the hoes
But now it's two o'clock I'm ready to split
Ready to get in my Chevy to get home and start hittin it hard w/ Betty
Smith or Johnson, fuck it it don't matter
Just wanna climb inside a bladder like a ladder cut the chit chatter
Cause I'm smooth, never obnoxious, chillin
That's why ya never live to hear me rushin while I'm bustin
Got honies if you got dividends or in a Benz, and I got both
So now you see me, taggin asses like graffiti
And on the next day I'll be rested, exhausted
Because I was naughty, but damn, that was a hell of a party
[Chorus]
At the Palladium, yo it's a great show
At the Palladium is where everybody goes {repeat both lines 11X}
At the Palladium, yo it's a great show
At the Palladium.. word
[Ahmad]
That's Ahmad and the Joneses
We on this mic, for the nineties
Ordinary people
[ VERSE 1 ]
Oops, I guess I should stop singin and start bringin the funk
The niggeroe sings a rap and have you clappin
I gets busy, cause I never fall, I excel
Never takin no shorts, so here's my tall tale
Once upon the clock
It was hard growing up with no pops
But moms did the supernatural, very
Extra-ordinary
Person that she is
She finished college, three kids at home cryin
But never got fed up, and kept her head up
'I shoot for the sky' is what she said, it
Got embedded
In my skull
That's how I got soul
To reach ya through your speaker
My mother alone helped me to be me
So that's my role model, not an idiot on tv
Used to do it like this
And like that, and like this
But since she never let me join a gang
I couldn't g thang
So for all her prayers at night under the church steeple
I give thanks to my mother, one of those very extra-ordinary people
[ VERSE 2 ]
Now dig it, 2-(4)-6-8
I guess that I appreciate
And consider that niggas who work hard is the superstars
(Ordinary) people with families, that have kids
Should be put on a pedestal, not average
Treatment for our mother and fathers, and if you ask me
I'll say: you put your family first, before an athlete
But everybody wanna be somebody special, who
Can grab a microphone, or put a ball through a hoop
And it's okay to like Mike
Even I would, if I drank Gatorade
But I'm too busy funkin your trunk with all this 808
To worry about that, I'm worried bout this
If you agree, then pump your fist
If you're proud (Say it loud!)
To show you're pissed
Off at the news and media, because they swear
That all black people are menaces and holler and cheer
But since there's so many others that want justice, I know we will
Start respectin others as brothers and come together, all of the...
Ordinary people
[ VERSE 3 ]
Ordinary people make the world turn
I learned that if you work hard in life
Then it counts the way the balls bounce
I wrote this to give a message, I'll be glad if it
Switches your goal from bein a gangsta to a graduate
And if you listened close to what I said, you learned a lesson, and
Heard that all the average Jones' are no greater, or no lesser than
Stars, cause all we all are is equal
So shut off your tv set, and show respect to some of the...
[Ahmad's friends talking]
.. and then he cut it off *laughter*
Hahaha, ay who next? Who next?
Ay ay Jamal come up
Somebody else.. aiy who next man?
Calvin you next? (Nah nah)
Midget? Rascal? (No, no no)
It's mine? On mine? I'm gon' tell a story man
Aight aight, it's like this..
[Ahmad]
Well it was half past eleven o'clock, ready to rock
I'd been searchin for a spot all week, where they be doin the freak
But no one knew I didn't panic, remained calm
Thought, "Why not just go out on a mission, like James Bond?"
Double-oh-seven, since I'm the great, I'll be double-oh-eight
So I went into the closet and got my gear straight
Jumped in the car, drove for an hour, with no luck
Started havin doubts and that's about when trouble came up
Twelve thirty at night I'm at a street light and hot
Restin my head back (BOOM!) I heard a shot
fired through my back window broke the glass then hit dash metal
No time to look both ways I hit the gas pedal
Now my "Mission" is real like Special Ed
Gettin shot at with a shotty and I wish I had a jet
to hit, maximum thrust 'fore they bust one and hit me
Square in the back cain't understand I was the wrong man that
they were after, I wish they'd see the light, no joke
But in the meantime, I broke and hit a quick right
Dipped to an alley, turned off my lights and ducked
And I guess none of 'em saw me, they kept goin up Crenshaw, good
Opened my eyes for surprising more
to see the alley I was in lead to the party I'd been lookin for
All out of breath and could hardly speak
But soon as I walked in the door, honey asked me if I wanted to freak
"She did the freak!" (4X)
{*reggae patois - can't follow*}
[Ahmad]
Well I'm back on the move, yeah back on the mission
Gettin jocked and shit cause my pockets thick
I guess they heard I had a record deal
And I'd expect that would change their views do's and don'ts
into they won't diss and now my mission gets, a little bigger
I'm lookin for a freak with soul that's not a gold digger
Yup, I want some-bo-dy
And by bein in the bright spotlight, you learn a lot like
if you got ends, well then you got friends
If you got dough, well then you got hoes
And that's how all of that go, but
I'ma still have to give it a try
I saw a girl with no guys, sittin in back and I went over to chat
Well we talked and laughed about a half hour then
there was a sudden blur, when I saw her
the finest girl I'd ever seen her name was Tina
Dressed all in red then my mouth said
"Sorry I don't mean to be a dog or a mutt
I'm just a big Cool J fan and, Tina got a +Big Ol' Butt+
So I'm leavin love," then I went over to Tina to speak
and I asked her if she wanted to freak
"She did the freak!" (6X)
{*reggae patois - can't follow*}
[Ahmad]
Dig it now she wanna freak, well here's my number beep it
Might even lick the cat but if I do I get to keep it
That's what I told Tina then I jetted, I said it
Just to make sure we got in bed - it's, all in the mix
to the Motel 6, because I figure
If bags was bait she bit 'em hook line and sinker
I'm out now, until next week, mission complete
Ahmad, the great double-oh-eight niggarole doin the freak
"She did the freak!" (8X)
{*reggae patois - can't follow*}
"She did the freak!" (16X)
{*reggae patois - can't follow*}
Heh whassup?
Here we go, here we go, here we go
One two for the money
or the show then three for the S-E
Hah hah, whassup?
It's Ahmad, my man Mau' made the track
[Ahmad]
Well it's the niggerole, pump one more time
The jeeps I rock will never stop playin for keeps
And got more soul than a ghost I have mostly EVERYBODY UP
The masses movin asses so let the beat hit
And it ain't gon' quit 'til you stop and say (no)
Cause I get more (ho!) than +Hip-Hop Hooray+
I rock steady, steady rocks don't wanna box with God
Because I'm cool, givin props to the old school
And the West coast, who just toasted the return
of the funk with the fat beats for your trunk (so)
I walk and I stalk and I caulk(?) and I blast
Then I dip to the party, find me a honey and tag that ass
I saw a Puerto Rican freak who was all that
Tight pants for dancin, told her we gotta lambada
No restin yet black, cause here I am
Askin the question - can I party if I need to jam?
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
So can I party if I want to? (Yeah you can party)
Now can I party if I need to? (Yeah you can party)
Can I party if it's essential and necessary
I'm addicted, I gotta have it, then I gotta have it (Say what?)
[Ahmad]
It's the return of the incredible man
who stands firm and rips up fakes without a cape
I'm great, I paid dues, kid how dare you respect me not
I had to get a tetanus shot cause fools bit but
now I'm back on deck, ready to wreck
and swing at every pitch til I'm rich (whoo!)
And that's not long because I got a new song to sing
Throne the king cause all the fools just stepped loose (ooh)
Back to the party at hand, I want you movin and groovin
Workin that ass, havin a blast
I'm fast on the feel so pass the pill
to the kid that rocks, everybody jockin stop then
throw your hands up and wave 'em from left to right
If you like the niggarole say (HO!)
But you know, no restin yet, cause here I am
Askin the question - can I party if I need to jam?
[Chorus]
[Ahmad]
Kick it what did I say? (Get up!) Think you better (get up!)
Part efficient in circumfrence and if you don't jump
touch the ceiling with the center of your palm, use your right arm
Everybody standin, should love my sound cause it's too down
or three, might be four, fifty-six, maybe one more
To blow, might I flow, can I go, I'm that one so
Bumrush the doors, keep the doors locked
All I need's a small flock of fans, hands move to the bam-boom
of the bass drum, when you hear the thump of the bass
Jump while you're actin dumb, yell where you come from
(West coast) with the new soul scenario
(Just fo') us to control your stereo
Ahmad I flip and rip kids and crews to shreds
Mau' will lay a beat down like the Feds
I guess all should say yes y'all cause here I am
Askin the question - can I party if I need to jam?
[Chorus]
[Ahmad]
Whassup? That's Ahmad and the Joneses
We on this mic, for the ninety-three, to the ninety-four
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)
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)
Chorus: repeat 4X
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 One:
I remember (back in the days)
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
And 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
(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 blown 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 Cortez, 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 airbrushed 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)
(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 there reminescin
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)
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
*talking*
I got jacked for mines
You sound like a white dude "Hey I got jacked for mines!"
(I used to be a stick-up kid) --> Rakim
[ VERSE 1 ]
Everybody in the ghetto tell me...
Is it a lie that I must be a ruffneck
And wear a frown just to be down?
I kinda don't agree with bein (tough)
But you gotta be (rough)
It's either you claimin your hood, or you're not a gee
Forget about respect, I refuse to be the next guy
Fitted for a casket, either with it, or get blasted
I choose to gangbang, they give me a chrome-plated trigger
Say, "If you got any heart, go rob that Mini-Mart, nigga"
Now look what I done did, damn, I had to be the big man
They're lookin at me shifty, better shut up 'fore I get slammed
Man, I'm not a thief, good grief, and I don't wanna act hard
But then they said if I didn't do it, they was gonna gat, far
As I could see (I was gonna be)
The next new member of the crew, cause it's 8 of them and 1 of me
I don't wanna do it, but I will
Cause I still want folks to think that I'm hard and tough
Cause you gotta be (rough)
Cause you gotta be (tough)
Cause you gotta be (rough)
(I used to be a stick-up kid)
[ VERSE 2 ]
Well, it's the niggeroe, again, right back in where I left off
Still tryin to make a decision, I might go to prison if I don't step off
But if I don't rob this store, then I'm not sure
If I'm gonna be considered as a gee
And you gotta be (rough)
Cuffs are temporary, homies are for life
So I grab the deuce-deuce and go inside
I decide to prove in the Mini-Mart, "Don't nobody move
Start fillin up the paper sack with loot, or I might shoot"
But things didn't go as planned, cause this man had his own gun
We're standin toe to toe, eye to eye, so I figured why not
Pull the trigger? Put this nigga on the ground
It'll show that I had poise, then my boy'll know I'm down
But I didn't do it quick enough, or he thought of it first
Cause he blasted to the chest, and now I'm restin yellin, "Nurse!"
And holdin on to life, or at least tryin to hold on
In a jailward wearin cuffs
Cause I had to be (rough)
Cause you gotta be (tough)
Cause you gotta be (rough)
(I used to be a stick-up kid)
And everybody, everybody gotta be rough, y'all
(I used to be a stick-up kid)
And everybody, everybody gotta be tough, y'all
(I used to be a stick-up kid)
[ VERSE 3 ]
Well, that's the end of my tale, but before we know
Fools'll just forget what I said, and the story go
On and on, until you're up to no good
And back throwin up your hood
And still doin what you shouldn't
Niggeroes, come together, cause divided we fall
So stall that gang shit, stand up
Quit standin in handcuffs
Really hard's when you got loot
And you ain't gotta shoot
Damn man, enough is enough
So why you gotta be (rough)
Cause you gotta be (tough)
Cause you gotta be (rough)
Don't let the Jones' get you down
(Get you down)
(Don't let the Jone's get you down)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Thinkin well it's the niggaroe back with my crew
Now what you wanna do
The Jones', we on this, mic
So we'll fight to the finish
But I don't need spinach for me to do this
Pride in givin niggas pop-eyes, I'm large as buddhist
Rappers wanna be down, cause they think that I'm better than
They, but I'll be OK-Solo like the Letterman
Use my common sense to boom-shalaklak-boom
Then lock the room, get busy as I get busy
Sayin "Don't let the Jones' get you..."
But I'll hit you where it hurts, made you relapse in curves
When I throw verbs and nouns, any sound that I spit up
I have battle rappers usin they clappers because they don't wanna get up
They all wanna be like me, and so they re-write
Them wack-ass raps that they make and try to fake
So I break bones and holler "Jones' forever"
Cleverest shit around
But don't ever let us get you down
[ VERSE 2 ]
Well, everybody says, "'Mad, what are the Jones'?"
Well, let's see, it's a posse, true, and it's a crew
But not really, so what I'm gonna do
Is combine em all and find a title that'll fit
We're a group of money makers from the west that be runnin shit
Fly like a discus, don't miss this, cause it's me, and
I win fights with more mic energy than a pre-amp
They listen to Ahmad and the Jones' in here rock
And roll with soul, then wanna copy like a Xerox
Cause I mic-check and never once sound like Das at all
>From a superman crew, so I do the impossible
Droppin y'all wack crews like missiles, then I whistle
Kendal'll bring the 808 until the party say, "the great
'Mad is the king of the ring," because I bring
Funk that shakes the ground
But don't ever let us get you down
(And everybody wanna be like us
I think it's cause we on this mic
We're the Jones', so)
Don't let the Jones' get you down
[ VERSE 3 ]
Kick it, I'm back, never can lose, I'm the man when I wanna
Might gruff on rappers get ran like Jackie Joyner
The Jones' everybody wanna be us, they be jockin
Cause we rockin the boat and in control like a remote
So I pack a 38-page rap book, put your gun away
And yell 'truce!' before I have to get loose and run away
With the title I've already won, don't mean to brag
Kendal blew up like a rocket, and I get down like a sag
I nag rappers that don't follow my lead, and if they need
Assistance they get dragged the distance in a bag
The Jones' for life, throw up a J if they ever say
Who's runnin this town
But don't ever let us get you down
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