the east side of Chicago Back in the U S A Back in the bad old days In the heat of a summer night In the land of the dollar bill When the town of Chicago
, it won't wait I said it's a party, I got's to run all through We holdin' 20 plus we can follow if you choose See ain't nothin' changed, since the days
(Blue Raspberry) These rainy days... (Raekwon) Doin this for nineteen ninety-six Revolution is a trick, be aware Verse One: Raekwon
The poundin' of the big bustyres in a hot tarline I gotta play another matinee This old guitar's gettin' worn but not as worn as me but I just keep on
the records out in amsterdam there's rock tours booked in far off lands but i'm feelin kinda gambley and i don?t see much of my friends these days
me like I'm just another square saltine As I get closer I notice that they showing each other sketches Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old
We'll live out our lives on this dirty old street Only because we just can't compete But in the concrete of our younger days We left our names, our names
the old double whammy Daze and dizzy 'em Back since the days of old Methuselah Everyone loves the big bambooz-a-lah Give 'em the old three ring circus
clothes She was hot, she had no place to go She was hot, on a cold and rainy night Detroit was smoky gray Nothing like the good old days Well I got
the caramels. [Announcer] And now, for all you Chicago's stay-up-laters. Night hours would only come alive at the dark. We dedicate this tune. Chicago
all your vittles, drink your brew and then step to The next cue, let's do it again, y'all That was when mad was tall and phat was cold The days of Old Chicago
My daddy told me about the old glory days But I made up my mind about daddy's ways We followed king to Atlanta and got the slaves all free And the ladies
a car crash So slow down girls when you go passing me by My world can never stop spinning I got a girl in every city and they all know my name Old
'm walkin' away. Tonight, tonight I'm walkin' away. I don't want to hear about old days - What are we doing today? Fake memories, they don't impress me. The old
s been a long road, but you know the game unfolds I listen to the stories told by the cats of old Tryin' to tell me I don't know about strugglin' Like in the slave days
mean a black hearse his friend took his life for the mighty dollar then ran through the alley must have been a coward No more hit 'em up like in the old days
his younger days Home is where I long to be no matter how far away There may be an old sweetheart still there waitin' Can't tell I might even find a few old