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Hip-Hop History: The Collection
Disc 1
01. Don’t Stop… Planet Rock
02. Sign of the Times
03. Play That Beat Mr. D.J.
04. Me, Myself and I
05. I’m Your Pusher / Pusherman
06. Ain’t No Half-Steppin’
07. Top Billin’
08. Talkin’ All That Jazz
09. No Sell Out
10. Eeenie Meenie Beats
11. Watch Me Now
12. Buddy
13. Breaker’s Revenge
14. Raw (Edit)
15. Pack Jam
16. What "U" Waitin’ "4"
17. Ladies First
18. It’s Funky Enough
Disc 2
01. Just a Friend
02. Mistadobalina
03. O.G. Original Gangster
04. O.P.P.
05. They Reminisce Over You
06. They Want EFX
07. Can I Get Some Dap
08. Party Over Here
09. Gangsta Bitch
10. Peachfuzz
11. Ghetto Heaven
12. Pass da Mic
13. Just When You Thought It Was Safe
14. Not Gonna Be Able to Do It
15. Dope On Plastic (vocal)
16. Checkin’ Out the Ave.
17. The Humpty Dance
18. The Creator
Disc 3
01. Gangsta’s Paradise
02. Hypnotize
03. Shimmy Shimmy Ya
04. Feel So Good
05. Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See
06. Player’s Anthem
07. Superthug
08. Flava in Ya Ear
09. I Like It (I Wanna Be Where You Are)
10. Real Hip-Hop
11. Slow Down (2006 remastered version)
12. Syntax Era
13. Back in the Day
14. What You Want
15. Problems
16. Cha Cha Cha
17. 360 (What Goes Around) (2006 remastered version)
18. Cold Rock a Party
Disc 4
01. Or Nah (remix)
02. All Eyes on You
03. Strange Clouds
04. Top
05. Coco
06. Best Friend
07. Whatever You Like
08. Daydreamin’
09. Opposite of Adults
10. Lighters Up
11. Work It
12. Holy Calamity (Bear Witness II)
13. I Got Love
14. Breathe
15. Knuck If You Buck
16. My Projects
17. Some Cut
18. If I Could Go!
Intro:

Jerome! jerome! put on that bobby womack!
Nah girl I wanna go way back, ahh yeah check this out
*Needle is put to the groove on a dusty record*

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days

Verse one:

When I just a little niggerole
I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so
When he went out with girls I could go taggin along
Naggin if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodrat
Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985
All the way live, I think I was about ten
One of those happy little niggaz singin the blues
That be always tryin to bag with the shag (and karate shoes)
Sayin "yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets
Old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
You could tell the ballers 'cause they bell wearin gazelles
If they really had money raised be sportin bk's
And, all the girls had they turkish link
If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it
But, sometimes, I still sit and reminesce
Then, think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Chorus:

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
(And everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(And everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(And everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(What?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)

Verse two:

I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school (wish it'd blow up)
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup)

But let me finish this reminescin and tellin
Bout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boys
Basket weaves, nike court airs, and footsie socks
And eatin pickles, with tootsie pops
And it don't stop, I'm glad 'cause when j.j. fad hit
Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
Or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses
Of hoochies, had poison airbrushes on they asses
Dudes, had on nike suits, and the pumas with
The fat laces, 'cause it was either that or k-swiss
I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
Wishin all I had to do now, was finish homework
It's true, you don't realize really what you got til it's gone
And I'm not, gonna sing another sad song, but
Sometimes I do sit and reminesce then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Chorus

(And everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(And everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(And everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(What?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)

Verse three:

Well, it's the niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown up
Because I'm eighteen years old, and guess you could say I'm holdin
Down a steady job and crew steady mobbin
You steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made
But, didn't always have clout, used to live in south central l.a.
That's where I stayed and figured a way out
I gave it all I had so for what it's worth
I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first
So (ahmad and the jones' is on our way up)
Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
And we finally did, but
Sometimes I still sit and reminesce, then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Chorus

(And everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(And everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(And everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(What?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)

(And everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(And everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(And everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(What?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)

*Fades*