Boosie Badazz Feat. Webbie - Good Ol Days

Lyrics

[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
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

[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
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 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

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
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

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
We used to window shop at Moss, 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

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
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

[Verse 3: Webbie & Boosie Badazz]
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 fuck 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

[Outro: Boosie Badazz]
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