Things Done Changed (2005 Remaster) Lyrics

"Back in the days"

"Things done changed on this side

Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right?" <--Dr. Dre

Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right?"

Remember back in the days, when niggas had waves

Gazelle shades, and corn braids

Pitching pennies, honies had the high top jellies

Shooting skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly

Lounging at the barbeques, drinking brews

With the neighborhood crews, hanging on the avenues

Turn your pagers to 1993

Niggas is getting smoked g, believe me

Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick

Cause real street niggas ain't having that shit

Toting techs for rep, smoking blunts in the project hallways

Shooting dice all day

Waiting for niggas to step up on some fighting shit

We get hype and shit, and start biting shit

So step away with your fist fight ways

Motherfucker, this ain't back in the days

But you don't hear me though

No more cocoa leave-io, one-two-three

One two three, all of this to me is a mystery

I hear you motherfuckers talk about it

But I stay seeing bodies with the motherfucking chalk around it

And I'm down with the shit too

For the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use Kung-Fu

Instead of a Mac-10 he tried scrapping

Slugs in his back and that's what the fuck happens

When you sleep on the street

Little motherfuckers with heat want to leave a nigga six feet deep

And we coming to the wake

To make sure all the crying and commotion ain't a motherfucking fake

Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us

Look at them now, they even fucking scared of us

Calling the city for help because they can't maintain

Damn, shit done changed

If I wasn't in the rap game

I'd probably have a ki, knee deep in the crack game

Because the streets is a short stop

Either you're slinging crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot

Shit, it's hard being young from the slums, eating five-cent gums

Not knowing where your meal's coming from

And now the shit's getting crazier and major

Kids younger than me, they got the Sky Grand Pagers

Going out of town, blowing up

Six months later, all the dead bodies showing up

It make me want to grab the nine and the shotty

But I got to go identify the body

Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?

Everytime I turn around a nigga getting took out

Shit, my momma got cancer in her breast

Don't ask me why I'm motherfucking stressed

Things done changed