Boosie BadAzz - 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 sh** 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, sh** Gone, gone, gone, long, long, long What we play on my block, n***a? So much yay on my block, n***a This before I ever got on the plane on the runway When Whitney Houston was our Beyoncé Them f**in' 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 gla** 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, k** 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 n***a from movie to motion pictures It was Pablo, no El Chapo, Wraith Edmond was Big Meech We had respect up on the streets, n***as wouldn't tell it like that Mike Tyson was Floyd Mayweather with a chip on his back sh**, 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 f** 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] f**in' right, n***a When you and your boy used to go half on a ten dollar sack Be high as a motherf**er, 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