Craig G - Long Time lyrics

I couldn't believe it was her, it was like a dream, but there she was, just like I remembered her [Oh, such a long time] Yea, I mean I am what I am man, you know I'm a forty-something year old rapper, but you know why? Cause I love this sh** man, I watched every facet, know what I mean? I seen it grow from listening to party jams, all the way to records, all the way to super stardom, you know? For y'all don't know, let me, let me explain a little something [Verse 1] OK, set up the speakers plug that amp in the light pole Rope off the booth for them fellas that had a tight flow I was 9 years old, amazed at the control the MC had over the crowd by making them say Ow! The Fantastic Five and the Cold Crush, they battled And if they heard that tape man, trust me, you really had to Play it for any and everybody from your boombox They huddle around your JVC like they sang doo-wop(?) But Kool Moe Dee took out Busy Bee on the random That tape was equivalent to a loaded Phantom and He really earth-slammed him, that Baw-Biddy-Baw was completely dope Before some ? routine from some TV show, man [Hook][x2] Oh, such a long time Took a long time Such a long long time [Verse 2] Then came commentating, illustrating When I heard them first two words I was like OK then Vocabulary really's about to take control now And if you read a lot, you'd be comfortable with your pronouns Fearless Four told me that there were problems in the world Boogie Boys explained to me what was a fly girl (fly girl) But when I heard that jam called "s**er MCs" The first thing I noticed was that boom-bap beat And Run looked like my brother, DMC like my cousin No costumes at all man, none of the gear custom Represented my taste peasy-head and still get paid Live Aid a hundred thousand looking like they never shaved and they bodied it [Hook][x2] [Verse 3] And then we hit the 90s when Nas dropped Illmatic That west coast chronic, Dre and snoop were hard at it Ready to die and 36 chambers Onyx was screaming back the f** up to strangers OC was telling cats they times limited P rock and CL smooth dropped the join that was gimick-less Brand Nubian was telling people slow down Naughty by nature, Mobb Deep riding dirty, out of town A tribe called quest, they were the midnight marauders Stepped in the arena, GangStarr loved to slaughter The Liks were in L.A., cracking champagne bottles Now its a digital underground sound that's full throttle [Hook][x2]