Hip-hop, yes
(Paper thin)
And wear your laces all fat
(Ha)
Ha ha, that's how hip-hop has evolved
And wear your laces all fat
(Ha yeah)
This is another, Missy
And no one, came through with a gun
Yes yes, the yes yes, the yes y'alln
Do the prep and cabbage patch
(Let's go)
When hip-hop, was so much fun
Elliott, exclusive
Yes, uhh
So much love between north and west
(Young J. Bizzy, let's do it again nigga)
I rocks the mic right whether I'm pissy drunk or sober
This is our house, run
The best rapper alive, unquestionably
Hip-hop has changed
Go back in the day
(Y'all)
So "You gots to chill" 'cause I "Kill at will"
Just let a nigga M.C.
Remember when we used to battle?
(Ha)
If you rip on your E.P., you gonna need an M.D.
British knights and gold chains
We like, Rae and Ghost, A.G. and Showbiz
(Ha)
I wanna, go back in time
Back in the day, hey hey hey
Feels like I, I wanna, go back in time
I wanna, go back in time
And wear your laces all fat
Salt-N-Pepa, Rakim, and P.E.
British knights and gold chains
(C'mon, oh yeah, oh yeah)
D.M.C, and heavy D
Like solid water dude, y'all niggaz don't get it
Me and Missy be the new tag team
(Where all the rap artists got on a record together)
Me and jigga, jigga j-j-jay-hova
Oh, we was under one groove y'all
Post biggie and 'Pac, I gotta hold down the city
Feels like I, I wanna, go back in time
Feels like I
Hip-hop has changed
Hip-hop has changed
Go back in the day
It was all about the music y'all
Yes daddy Kane, slick Rick too
Back in the day, hey hey hey
We "Public Enemy no. 1," our "Uzi weighs a ton"
If they try to stop hip-hop, we all gon' rally nigga
(Uh-huh)
"Whoomp, there it is"
Jay-Z's for President, I'm namin' ras the national God
Hov' is here to stay like permanent crease in your jeans
(C'mon)
British knights and gold chains
Make a nigga wanna 'Holla' like Missy but fuck it
(I used to love them days, no tension, let's go)
Back in the day, hey hey hey
To M.O.P., we "Cold as ice"
"Kill at will," solid water? Ice cube
MC Lyte opened, doors for you and me, c'mon
No I came from my mother but y'all know what I mean
Misdemeanor fo'-finger ringer I'm stupid fresh
(C'mon, oh yeah, oh yeah)
Whassup Missy? Timbo
(C'mon)
One for the butters, I came from the gutter
British knights and gold chains
(Y'all remember self destruction)
What happened to those good old days?
If we did our homework, like we knew those songs
Nigga we rock it from the "Dre day" to the suge knight
Oh mama said, "we would be straight a kids")
Do the prep and cabbage patch
Go back in the day
Do the prep and cabbage patch
And wear your laces all fat
Do the prep and cabbage patch
Grew up the way it oughta be from day K.R.S. one all the way
Up to "Nineteen naughty three"
Ohh, house parties in the summer y'all
Okay, me, that nigga jigga, fresh dressed in the mornin'
I've been hot since L L rocked the Kangol hat
Back in the day, hey hey hey
So fuck chuck Phillips and Bill O'reilly
Go back in the day
It helped, to relieve some stress
On the block before the lights came on
(Ha)
