Ahmad lyrics
Ahmad lyrics
"Back In The Day Jeep Mix Lyrics"
Love I Used to Call Mine Lyrics
As gentle as soft breezes blowing as warm as the summer sunshine As sweet as the dew on the roses was the love I used to call mine Sweet memories keep on holding revealing the past in my mind But my arms are no longer holding the love I used to call mine Gone are the soft gentle breezes and gone is the warm summer sunshine And gone like the dew on the roses is the love that I used to call mine Sweet memories keep on holding revealing the past in my mind
Intro:
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days
Verse One:
When I just a little niggerole
I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so
when he went out with girls I could go taggin along
Naggin if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodrat
Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985
all the way live, I think I was about ten
One of those happy little niggaz singin the blues
That be always tryin to bag with the shag (and karate shoes)
Sayin "Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets
old and too cold to hack it,
You could tell the ballers cuz they bell wearin Gazelles
If they really had money raised be sportin BK's
and, all the girls had they turkish link
If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it
But, sometimes, I still sit and reminesce
Then, think about the years I was raised, back in the days
Chorus: repeat 2X
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Verse Two:
Back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school (wish it'd blow up)
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup)
But let me finish this reminescin and tellin
Bout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boys
basket weaves, Nike Court Airs, and footsie socks
And eatin pickles, with to
And it don't stop, I'm glad cuz when J.J. Fad hit
Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses
of hoochies, had poison airbrushes on they asses
Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the Pumas with
the fat laces, cuz it was either that or K-Swiss
I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
Wishin all I had to do now, was finish homework
It's true, you don't realize really what you got til it's gone
and I'm not, gonna sing another sad song, but
Sometimes I do sit and reminesce then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Three:
Niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown up
Because I'm eighteen years old, and guess you could say I'm holdin
down a steady job and crew steady mobbin
you steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made
But, didn't always have clout, used to live in South Central L.A.
That's where I stayed and figured a
As gentle as soft breezes blowing as warm as the summer sunshine As sweet as the dew on the roses was the love I used to call mine Sweet memories keep on holding revealing the past in my mind But my arms are no longer holding the love I used to call mine Gone are the soft gentle breezes and gone is the warm summer sunshine And gone like the dew on the roses is the love that I used to call mine Sweet memories keep on holding revealing the past in my mind
Intro:
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days
Verse One:
When I just a little niggerole
I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so
when he went out with girls I could go taggin along
Naggin if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodrat
Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985
all the way live, I think I was about ten
One of those happy little niggaz singin the blues
That be always tryin to bag with the shag (and karate shoes)
Sayin "Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets
old and too cold to hack it,
Circus Lyrics
(DenverJohnsonKuehn) If I look like home to you, if I am your sign, don't try to understand it girl when I draw the line. It hasn't come to this that you can say I waste my time, looking everywhere, going nowhere. For the skies, they look so lazy now, heavy are the clouds. There's nothing here that I can learn of what it's all about. You haven't said a thing to me, you talk so very loud, looking everywhere, going nowhere. Well, I think I'll try the circus or go back to Mexico. It's time to make m
threw on a bomber jacket (DenverJohnsonKuehn) If I look like home to you, if I am your sign, don't try to understand it girl when I draw the line. It hasn't come to this that you can say I waste my time, looking everywhere, going nowhere. For the skies, they look so lazy now, heavy are the clouds. There's nothing here that I can learn of what it's all about. You haven't said a thing to me, you talk so very loud, looking everywhere, going nowhere. Well, I think I'll try the circus or go back to Mexico. It's time to make m
You could tell the ballers cuz they bell wearin Gazelles
If they really had money raised be sportin BK's
and, all the girls had they turkish link
If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it
But, sometimes, I still sit and reminesce
Then, think about the years I was raised, back in the days
Chorus: repeat 2X
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Verse Two:
Back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school (wish it'd blow up)
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup)
But let me finish this reminescin and tellin
Bout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boys
basket weaves, Nike Court Airs, and footsie socks
And eatin pickles, with to
Hip Hoppers Lyrics
Yo i'm ready to go, I got rhymes to flow Pull the plug on my set, and ya still couldn't my show I get busy, like a bee, check me, R-A-V-E-N Symone rocks microphones like cradles Gettin dough over the table I'm STILL young But my compitition is STILL run I'm comin' at you with talent, never no still-guns Little and lovely, too young for Silly Putty When you mention fly think of me, or when people discuss me, trust me, i'm in it for the long hard Like Micheal Jackson, my style's off the wall
otsie pops Yo i'm ready to go, I got rhymes to flow Pull the plug on my set, and ya still couldn't my show I get busy, like a bee, check me, R-A-V-E-N Symone rocks microphones like cradles Gettin dough over the table I'm STILL young But my compitition is STILL run I'm comin' at you with talent, never no still-guns Little and lovely, too young for Silly Putty When you mention fly think of me, or when people discuss me, trust me, i'm in it for the long hard Like Micheal Jackson, my style's off the wall
And it don't stop, I'm glad cuz when J.J. Fad hit
Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses
of hoochies, had poison airbrushes on they asses
Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the Pumas with
the fat laces, cuz it was either that or K-Swiss
I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
Wishin all I had to do now, was finish homework
It's true, you don't realize really what you got til it's gone
and I'm not, gonna sing another sad song, but
Sometimes I do sit and reminesce then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Three:
Niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown up
Because I'm eighteen years old, and guess you could say I'm holdin
down a steady job and crew steady mobbin
you steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made
But, didn't always have clout, used to live in South Central L.A.
That's where I stayed and figured a
Voulez Vous Coucher Avec Moi Lyrics
VOULEZ-VOUS COUCHER AVEC MOI (WOULD YOU LIKE TO SLEEP WITH ME?) Voulez-vous coucher avec moi Ce soir Voulez-vous coucher avec moi I want you Voulez-vous coucher avec moi Te Quiero Voulez-vous coucher avec moi Gimme all your love Baby, it's true, I must confess You're the only man I kiss Cause I love you sweet caress Come on, take me Taste my cherry lips It's your body that I miss Cover me with love I wanna make you sweat and do you wetway out
I gave it all I had so for what it's worth
I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first
So (Ahmad and The Jones' is on our way up)
Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
and we finally did, but
Sometimes I still sit and reminesce, then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days
Chorus: repeat 5X until fades
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day
VOULEZ-VOUS COUCHER AVEC MOI (WOULD YOU LIKE TO SLEEP WITH ME?) Voulez-vous coucher avec moi Ce soir Voulez-vous coucher avec moi I want you Voulez-vous coucher avec moi Te Quiero Voulez-vous coucher avec moi Gimme all your love Baby, it's true, I must confess You're the only man I kiss Cause I love you sweet caress Come on, take me Taste my cherry lips It's your body that I miss Cover me with love I wanna make you sweat and do you wet
I gave it all I had so for what it's worth
I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first
So (Ahmad and The Jones' is on our way up)
Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
and we finally did, but
Sometimes I still sit and reminesce, then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days
Chorus: repeat 5X until fades
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day