Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy - These Are the Daze

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Heh, y'all remember back in the days

When niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin cars

And had to go strip your own switch off the tree

These 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 nigga

You let him know, then you asked for a fave

And then he coulda got a head up

Me and you after school in the front and we can tear it up

And everybody gon' know about it

Yep, so put down your set, and shut up, and be sho' about it

Cause everybody done lost one

But don't come home cryin unless your ass mind another one

And your ass better fight back

And you bet' not run and let it get back to mom

Cause, daddy ain't made no punks (uh-uh)

And, momma ain't raised no chumps (no way)

So, go 'head for what you know

Cause a lil' childhood fight's alright, but that's as far as it goes

Cause tomorrow we'll be best of friends

Never 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 alone

It's, T-Double on the microphone, and I can

see trouble right in front your home

Far as the kid's concerned, let him live and learn

And let him grow to be older than us

Teach him more than gangbangin, drug deals and hold-ups

And slow up, hold that drinkin just a little bit

And when they wanna get high, just let 'em hear this

And let 'em hit it 'til they OD

Cause when they sober up, they gon' love and respect us

Now we havin mo' doctors, lawyers

Teachers, preachers, and deep-sea explorers

C'mon

[singer]

These are the days, Lord these are the days

These are the days (these are the days) Lord these are the days

(for the thugs)

[Trick Daddy]

Whatever happened to the momma and daddy jokes

And why you cuss so much, right in front of these old folks

That lady about seventy-five years old

That's twice my age, and fo' times yours

I know momma taught you better than that

Believe stuff like this'll give the ol' girl a heart attack

Always hollerin about child abuse and child neglect

Where the hell did you get that?

Shit the last time I checked

You ever lost self-respect, you got it put on your ass for that

And it happened right there where it went wrong

Part one's now, part two's at home

So from now on, it's yes ma'am or no sir

Put that behind you, questions and answers

Followed by thank you or no thanks

Or 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'know

Kids, y'know listen to your teachers at school and

Parents, need to pay attention to your kids at home

Therefore uh, know how to be hard on a child abuser

Child neglecter, where e'rybody nobody call HRS on us

Beat they lil' bad ass when they get out of line

That's what my momma did - fo' sho'

Ain't nuttin wrong with a lil' ass whuppin

The swellin gon' go down and the bleedin gon' stop

But your ass'll be alive, I'll bet you that

And umm, I put that on Pearl

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