back in them old days we use to kick it like karate everybody went on Jackson street we was family and we party as a teen you cant forget them good old days use to drink and joke and play a good game of them spades do remember we was hooping playing dollars for horse we had a pot and everybody had a shot on the court we use chill in the field on them big black steps when you party up on jackson it was love that you felt uncle Steve in the studio bumping his beats shout out to knut cuddy rest in peace scotty to hottie was so funny to me jeno yeah roast you that nigga a beast toc bell stay fresh new kicks on his feet and when we gamble up in tunk it was hard to beat Keith yeah we all stuck together back in them times ah tt who you wit ah drinking her wine chi moe here go yeah he ready smoke he ashame to take a bag of bottle right to the store uncle Rodney dont play you can tell how he talk and yeah he always had his bottle when he drink Smirnoff earl walk the street with that big ass tee everybody had to laugh shit was funny i remember bookiss use to save that shoe box money it was love and togetherness what can i say i will always cherish them good old days