another frank b production huh i miss them days oh oh oh oh you know what i miss them days days i miss them days days i remember them days where everyone used to play had to sit in my window and watch them play it was one of them hot days where you can sit and watch girls legs but mom didn t play she had me doing grown men things michael mums and marvin too those were my dogs from 1 7 0 new york avenue we used to run down the halls knock on people s doors run down the stairs when they opened up they doors get a dollar fifty head to the chinese store get three fifty cent rices with lots of duck sauce play back tag your it ain t that a bitch went and got quarters who didn t play didn t snitch ma throw down some money the ice cream man is coming loved banana splits where my ice cream kept running i miss those days i treasure those days if i could do it all again i wouldn t change a thing i m really missing you i m not a kid anymore i m really missing you son speak ya mind i m really missing you i m not a kid anymore i m really missing you it was the life of levi jeans and name plate rings all day i dream about sex was the thing at three o clock it was run run sharp a soda and a hero watching who got killed dog after that we run all back outside trying backflips playing good and bad guys matchbox cars flipping baseball cards scouting we cadets and believing in god who can forget mr spacey who gave me my first job selling beef patties to tracey and rob he told me rush heavy love life if i can do that then why he wouldn t teach me how to touch a girl right that s why i love hanging with the older gods they taught me love honor respect any woman that s mine if i could turn back the clocks just one more time i wouldn t change nothing just have fun times  as we get a little older yeah things do change the life of a thug cat with a plan for big things fam ain t ya fam homies ain t ya homies your girl ain t ya girl she be sleeping with tony watch the news bin ladin blew the world trade flags are everywhere yeah we live another day gas is high just like acid s high you gotta run down on it nigga just to get by drop top benz suburban in the wind white wall tires with them twenty inch rims i miss those days i love those days if i could it all again i wouldn t change a thing 