Can It Be All so Simple

Hey, you know, everybody's talking about the "good old days," right?

Everybody! The good old days

Well, let's talk about the good old days! (Let's talk about it)

Know what I'm sayin'?

Take you on this lyrical high real quick

1993 exoticness, know what I'm sayin'?

Let's get technical; where's your bone at?

Get up on that shit, a'ight? Yo!

Started off on the island, aka Shaolin

Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone diallin'

Back in the days, I'm eight now

Makin' a tape now, Rae gotta get a plate now

Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one

'Til I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one

Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16

Shootin' that "that's that shit!" in his blood stream

That's the life of a grimy, real-life crimey

And niggas know that habit's behind me

Day one, yo, growin' all up in the ghetto

Now I'm a weed fiend jettin' to Palmetto

In Medina, yo, no doubt, the god got crazy clout

Pushin' 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 loft

It's solid as a rock and crazy salt

No jokes, I'm not playin', get his folks

Desert Eagle his dick and put him 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!) Word up

Fuck that!

Dedicated to the winners and the losers (can it be that it was all so simple then?)

Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers

Dedicated to the 5's, 850i's (can it be that it was all so simple then?)

Dedicated to niggas who do drive-by's

Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's (can it be that it was all so simple then?)

Dedicated to MPV's, phat!

Nigga, yeah! (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)

Yo, kickin' the fly clichés, doin' duets with Rae and A

Happens to make my day

Though I'm tired of bustin' off shots, havin' to rock knots

Runnin' up in spots and makin' shit hot

I'd rather flip shows instead of those

Hangin' on my livin' room wall, my first joint and it went gold!

I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade

Plus the spotlight, gettin' 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 a 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 doin' bad

Yo, mad lives is up for grabs

Brothers passin' away, I gotta make wakes

Receivin' all types of calls from Upstate

Yo, I can't cope with the pressure, settlin' 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, nigga)

Word up, it's all like that, yeah

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

Can it be that-

Can it-

All so simple then?

Can it be that it was all-

Can it be-

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

Can it be that it was all so simple then?