Trick Daddy - These Are The Daze Lyrics
Heh, y'all remember back in the daysWhen niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin carsAnd had to go strip your own switch off the treeThese are the days[Chorus: Trick Daddy + (singer)](These are the days)These are the days (when we parlay)When we parlayed (just me and my team)Me and my team (out there livin our dream)Ha, ha ha, Lord (look how far we've come)Look how far we come (doin what we love)Doin what we love (cause these are the days)(ballin, we gon' hold on)[Trick Daddy]And I remember back in the days, if you ain't like a niggaYou let him know, then you asked for a faveAnd then he coulda got a head upMe and you after school in the front and we can tear it upAnd everybody gon' know about itYep, so put down your set, and shut up, and be sho' about itCause everybody done lost oneBut don't come home cryin unless your ass mind another oneAnd your ass better fight backAnd you bet' not run and let it get back to momCause, daddy ain't made no punks (uh-uh)And, momma ain't raised no chumps (no way)So, go 'head for what you knowCause a lil' childhood fight's alright, but that's as far as it goesCause tomorrow we'll be best of friendsNever ever disagreein, now that's a friend, c'mon[Chorus w/ minor variations][Trick Daddy]Now leave the guns and the crack and the knives aloneIt's, T-Double on the microphone, and I cansee trouble right in front your homeFar as the kid's concerned, let him live and learnAnd let him grow to be older than usTeach him more than gangbangin, drug deals and hold-upsAnd slow up, hold that drinkin just a little bitAnd when they wanna get high, just let 'em hear thisAnd let 'em hit it 'til they ODCause when they sober up, they gon' love and respect usNow we havin mo' doctors, lawyersTeachers, preachers, and deep-sea explorersC'mon[singer]These are the days, Lord these are the daysThese are the days (these are the days) Lord these are the days(for the thugs)[Trick Daddy]Whatever happened to the momma and daddy jokesAnd why you cuss so much, right in front of these old folksThat lady about seventy-five years oldThat's twice my age, and fo' times yoursI know momma taught you better than thatBelieve stuff like this'll give the ol' girl a heart attackAlways hollerin about child abuse and child neglectWhere the hell did you get that?Shit the last time I checkedYou ever lost self-respect, you got it put on your ass for thatAnd it happened right there where it went wrongPart one's now, part two's at homeSo from now on, it's yes ma'am or no sirPut that behind you, questions and answersFollowed by thank you or no thanksOr father may I be excused without bein rude[Chorus w/ minor variations][ad libs][Trick Daddy]Hold on, so this here should teach you a lesson y'knowKids, y'know listen to your teachers at school andParents, need to pay attention to your kids at homeTherefore uh, know how to be hard on a child abuserChild neglecter, where e'rybody nobody call HRS on usBeat they lil' bad ass when they get out of lineThat's what my momma did - fo' sho'Ain't nuttin wrong with a lil' ass whuppinThe swellin gon' go down and the bleedin gon' stopBut your ass'll be alive, I'll bet you thatAnd umm, I put that on Pearl
