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soulchef – remember when lyrics

intro: trace blam
yo, check, yo

verse 1: trace blam
remember when good times was lifting rocks looking for monsters
and not the 9 to 5 grind for dollars chasing a profit
nostalgia is my state of mind when i relayed to that topic
i stayed on campus cause my man’s made it to college
i kept a 3.5 on the average and sold them sh+ts for sixty
always getting busy with any b+tch with the biggest titties
cali orange purple kush for powerful grasp
but for weed bags was criss crossing color me bad
instead of partying responsibly and calling a cab
i was drunk driving, young buck thumb on the gas
rest in peace to all the peacе of sh+t whips that i crashed
and took confetti almost deadly kеpt a piece of the dash
now that’s a ways away from hide and seek to playing freeze tag
then negotiations that made jim carrey the mask
they tell me slow down i’m moving too fast
but i live for the moment and let the photos take it live in the past

hook: trace blam
remember back when all the music was live
doing bad was like doing was fine
and street lights was how you going outside
your people’s had they music playing real loud
so you ain’t, mind take me back to them times
(x2)
verse 2: trace blam
yeah, alright, yo
take me back to boomboxes and purchasing d batteries
high top fades and a cabbage patch
the running ran was hot whether you want slouch or bobo socks
not know is to convince that mimic him would bow no bout
was aight when graham hill made us want to drink sprite
couldn’t dunk but during layups stuck your tongue out like mike
weed bags was tend copied tapes through the dub
eddie murphy with buckwheat singing words with pinup
and b+tches rockin baby powder did the wap at the club
for a finger rings with a name display cover your nuts
if a chick agreed to see a movie gave you a rush
and it was aight if you got on a bus
yeah too cool for school like maya yeah you know how that goes
dookie ropes and ll cool j kangles
no laces was the flavor and adidas was the sneakers
you ain’t limitless and this is reminiscent though the speakers

hook: trace blam
remember back when all the music was live
doing bad was like doing was fine
and street lights was how you going outside
your people’s had they music playing real loud
so you ain’t mind, take me back to them times
(x2)
verse 3: trace blam
yo, check
see i was good walkman, cell phones that was coddling
scott tell pagers that rewinded my tapes
house parties in neighborhoods started right around eight
all the rappers would pop lock when djs threw in the break
those were the days when hype men strolled with a crate
and kool moe dee was only caught wearing shades
back when the panthers threw a fist that say we black and we proud
the music was real it wasn’t no biting allowed
b+bops was a daily practice back when dougie was out
skipped your crib with your man hands, sloppy jones at his house
smart arguments threw up hands but slap boxin it out
took it too far then dog you get popped in the mouth
the even exchange, rockin new kicks in a rain
get fresh to death just to go and write graffiti on trains
writing rhymes a hundred times was punishment for your ways
till you skipped school like f+ck rules, those were the days

hook: trace blam
remember back when all the music was live
doing bad was like doing was fine
and street lights was how you going outside
your people’s had they music playing real loud
so you ain’t mind take me back to them times
(x2)
outro: trace blam
back in the day, somebody take me back in the day
i just wanna go back in the day
(x6)

- soulchef lyrics

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