[Intro]
Yea
I don't know what happened man
It's like Hip-Hop...just went down the drain
[Verse 1]
Yo, we were introduced when I was 7 years old
And what I loved most, was the story that she told
She had a hold, on me to hard for me to control
Lo and behold/ I found my soulmate I suppose
Cause she was poetry in motion and so emotional
But my folks couldn't hear between her yo's and yo's
So I thought, so ironic, cause some of the things
The rappers were talkin', my folks were walkin', often, and didn't know
So I sneaked it, Wes's little secret
Shoe box, full of 2pac, tapes of Biggie beefin'
Used to have to play "Hit em up" when mom was sleepin'
L.B.C., D.P.G., JLB on the weekends
The top 8 at 8, was great, used to stay up late
"Lodi Dodi" won like 3 weeks strait
When it was time for "Role Call", it was time to go y'all
I lived my childhood through the radio y'all
[Hook]
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
I don't know
(Can it be that we could do it all again?)
Yes
[Verse 2]
Back when I had my jams on ca**ette, I used to love it
Make a request, hand on my deck, ready to dub it
Back when they made songs for the fans, and not the budget
When they didn't stand for the man, but for the public
Before the advertising bling, like string puppets
Now it s**s all this mindless club sh**, that we stuck with
It wasn't all b**hes and hoes, it was switches in flows
Your deliverance, and difference in clothes, being individuals
And showin' who you are, or who you could be
How you ain't rich, and why you should be
It was grabbin' your respect, as well as cashin' a check
And you could tell apart one rapper from the next
Break dancin' got replaced with booty clappin' in a second
And when's the last time you heard scratchin' on a record?
We used to love her to d**h but times change
Why you think everyone got iPods nowadays?
[Hook]