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What Happened to Them Days

歌词

Oh, so bad, so bad
No respect, yeah
What are we gonna do?

Uh, what happened to them days? They gone
When we played outside 'til the porch light came on
Now you can't get 'em up out they home
Let alone come up out they room
Gears of War, Halo, Red Dead Redemption
XBOX or PlayStation
On the computer or sex textin'
Man, it's a different generation
Ladies, how you expect a man to make you his missus
When you can't even cook or wash the dishes?
Treat your friends better than you treat your mama
The one who went through all the drama
Disrespectful, hella rude
Fucked up attitude
All you do is talk crazy and curse
But when you have your kids you gon' get it three times worse

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What happened to them days? They gone
When we played outside 'til the porch light came on
What happened to them days? What happened to 'em?
What happened to them days? What happened to 'em?
What happened to them days? They gone
When we played outside 'til the porch light came on
What happened to them days? What happened to 'em?
What happened to them days?

When my parents gave me a certain look I got nervous
But nowadays they'll call the child protective service
Get on their smartphone and cheat
Run and tell they teacher that they got beat
They feelings get hurt too easy, can't wait to go to prison
They say they hearin' me, but they ain't listenin'
Accidentally spilled his drink on him in front of bro the other day
Popped him with the K 'cause his pride got in the way
Now I don't know what this world is comin' to
But they don't wanna fight no more, they wanna shoot
Backdoor each other and sneak up on you like a pooch
Spray they face on they shirts and on the back of they suits
Ooh, what happened to them? What happened to 'em?
Them days that's gone, they gone
What happened to them? What happened to 'em?
Them days that's gone, they gone

I done seen more snow than an igloo, more blow than a tissue
Pain, hurt and sorrow, my life is a novel
The neighborhood D-boy was my role model
Wasn't breastfed, drunk out the jar, not the baby bottle
Spinnin' like Serato, on this Landi, not Moscato
Had to walk before I crawled
It's harder to get back up but it's easy to fall
My middle finger yellin' out, "Fuck all y'all"
Gotta stay prayed up, please believe it
Please cover me, God, with the blood of Jesus
My brothers and sisters, nephews and nieces and aunts
My parents, my mama and daddy, uncles, cousins
And all my loved ones
Raised in the mud, in the pigpen
Had to be a hog and good with the hands
And even if you lost and you didn't win
The hood gon' respect you 'cause you fought like a man

No respect, no respect, ain't no respect
No respect, no respect, livin' in the worst of times
No respect, no respect, ain't no respect
No respect, no respect, what are we gonna do?
Ain't no respect, oh yeah
Ain't no respect, oh