Good Ol Days

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Webster Gradney, Jr. (born September 6, 1985), who performs under the mononym Webbie, is an American rapper from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. He was signed to the independent Trill Entertainment label from 2003 to 2005. In 2005 he came into the hip hop scene with "Gimme That" featuring Bun B. His songs "Bad Bitch" and "Swerve" were featured on Gangsta Musik, his 2003 group album with Lil Boosie, and in the 2005 movie Hustle & Flow. Webbie's second album, Savage Life 2, was released in the fall 2008 with the hit single "Independent" featuring Lil Boosie and Lil Phat. more »

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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 talkin' 'bout?
KC and JoJo and shit like that, you know, good old days

Michael Jordan comin' on, I'm goin' 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 pain
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 malls, smearin' the glass with our fingers
Wishin' 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 swaggin', 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)
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
Chillin', 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 f*ck you
With no grease, duckin', hidin' from police
Clubbin', thuggin' 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 comin' on, I'm goin' home (They play the Knicks)
We ain't got money but we got love, and it stretches long
Michael Jordan comin' on, I'm goin' home (I'm gon' watch Mike)
We ain't got money but we got love, and it stretches long
Good old days

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