Can It Be All So Simple / Intermission

Hey you know everybody's talking about the "good old days"
 Everybody! The good old days
 Well, let's talk about the good old days
 Know what I'm saying?
 Take you on this lyrical high real quick
 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?
 Let's get technical; where's your bone at?
 Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!
 Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin
 Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin
 Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now
 Rae gotta get a plate now
 Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one
 Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one
 Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16
 Shooting that "that's that shit!" in his blood stream
 That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey
 And niggas know that habit's behind me
 Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto
 Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto
 In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout
 Pushing the big joint from down South
 So if you're filthy stacked up
 Better watch your back and duck
 Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up
 Now my man from up north, now he got the law
 It's solid as a rock and crazy salt
 No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks
 Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke
 And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop
 I pointed a gat at his mother's knot
 (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)
 Fuck that!
 Dedicated to the winners and the losers
 Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers
 (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
 Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's
 Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys
 (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
 Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's
 Dedicated to MPV's: phat!
 Kicking the fly cliches
 Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day
 Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots
 Running up in spots and making shit hot
 I'd rather flip shows instead of those
 Hanging on my living room wall:
 My first joint - and it went gold!
 I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade
 Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night
 I want to have me a phat yacht
 And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops
 But for now it's just a big dream
 Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen
 My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain
 Cause times is changed and life is strange
 The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad
 Yo, mad lives is up for grabs
 Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes
 Receiving all types of calls from upstate
 Yo, I can't cope with the pressure
 Settling for lesser
 The God left lessons on my dresser
 So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way
 To continue to make more hits with Rae and A
 Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime
 Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9