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obi j - good ol' days lyrics

[intro]
o-o-o-obi j!
growin’ up, growin up
obi j, tarod rashon, husl (growin’ up, growin’ up, growin’ up)

[hook: obi j]
growin’ up as kids with nothing
always getting in trouble, always doing something
hangin’ outside with your friends lookin’ busted
just havin’ fun, not caring about nothing
the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good
the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good
hangin’ outside with your friends lookin’ busted
just havin’ fun, not caring about nothing
the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good
the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good
growin’ up (growin’ up), growin’ up (growin’ up)
growin’ up, growin’ up, growin’ up

[verse 1: obi j]
hey, i remember getting in trouble at school
i was scared to go home, i knew what moms would do
yeah
that same day i hit my note, i was real careful
moms caught me, beat me on a whole ‘nother level
it was fun hanging out with your friends
just laughing and playing ’til the day had to end
yeah
one day i thought i was gonna be real cool
do tricks like the bmx guys on tv do (tv do)
i got my bike so i could do a couple tricks (tricks)
i messed up, did a flip, landed on my hip (hip)
needless to say, no more bmx days
i was scratched up like an air runway
my birthday was always my favorite day (yup)
moms always did her best to keep me hap-pay (hap-pay)
i got a n64, i was hap-pay
mario, donkey kong, and yo-shay (yo-shay)

[hook: husl]
growin’ up as kids with nothing
always getting in trouble, always doing something
hangin’ outside with your friends lookin’ busted
just havin’ fun, not caring about nothing
the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good
the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good
hangin’ outside with your friends lookin’ busted
just havin’ fun, not caring about nothing

[verse 2: husl]
husl
stepping off the porch as the sun scorch down
a summer me, summary somersaulting through the town
flipping through my memories it’s remedies i’ve found
bound to my neighborhood solid like a foxhound (bet)
early days, late nights up playing games
got the homies by my side and the world to attain (already)
not a care could collide with the way we bounce back (bounce back)
catch us mobbing through the streets to see where good times is at (yup)
two pounds then a dap, no time for a nap
caught you creeping cross council collecting wal-mart sacks (i saw you)
back the very same night at 3am for dr. pepper (bet)
walk the drive thru at taco bell, what could be better (unh)
better if we didn’t burn down the neighbor’s house
man we wouldn’t get a whooping if we sat on the couch (your fault)
rolling gr-ss in some notebook paper
these the days that gave me flavor (aye)

[hook: tarod rashon]
growin’ up as kids with nothing
always getting in trouble, always doing something
hangin’ outside with your friends lookin’ busted
just havin’ fun, not caring about nothing
the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good
the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good
hangin’ outside with your friends lookin’ busted
just havin’ fun, not caring about nothing

[verse 3: tarod rashon]
hey, tarod rashon!
…and i never worried ’bout chapstick (nope)
every game of 21 was basketball practice (ha-ha)
swimmin’ through my dreams in my waterbed mattress (yeah)
smellin’ like out-side, always stayin’ active (yeah)
hustle pokemon cards
b00bies got me on hard (what)
coogi, gucci, louis was foreign like adorned cars
p-rn stars living on tucked away c-ssette tapes (ooh)
hoping i’d get nuggets and fries on my next plate (yum yum)
took adventures through my mind and drew them on paper (yeah)
crooked hairline with the chili-bowl tapered (oh my god)
had a million little “s’s” on my shoulder
folded down my socks to make the length a little lower
world on my shoulders (uh-huh), scared of getting older (uh-huh)
watched 9/11 and i thought my life was over (yeah)
but i never ever lost my sense of childhood (nope)
the story of tarod rashon from a wild hood

[hook: obi j, husl, & tarod rashon]
growin’ up as kids with nothing
always getting in trouble, always doing something
hangin’ outside with your friends lookin’ busted
just havin’ fun, not caring about nothing
the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good
the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good
hangin’ outside with your friends lookin’ busted
just havin’ fun, not caring about nothing
the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good
the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days, the good

[outro: obi j]
growin’ up , growin’ up
growin’ up, growin’ up, growin’ up
growin’ up , growin’ up
growin’ up, growin’ up, growin’ up
growin’ up , growin’ up
growin’ up, growin’ up, growin’ up

- obi j lyrics

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