[Ghostface Killah]

Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk

White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum

She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn

Waist like a Coke bottles scoring

Pretty young thing loved the swings

And times she got my ding-a-ling hard

When she said push hard, she kept vaseline

Open as she swung back, couldn't help her dress blue back

Now held accountable right for my actions

Right before the Wallabee Champ was rockin wallows

Drawin crads, sent her rap message through a bottle

Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goines

Birthday, gave her two 50 cent coins

Puppy love, gorgeous face, amazed by lip gloss

Cherry cent, when the princess spoked yo it bounched off

Mole like Marilyn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouth

Wherever God go will be Mrs. Coke

Girl's so pretty, kids with little niddys

Hope the years go slow, slow

Surrounded by intelligence, life through education

Healthy minds will grow, grow

Catch me on a bus-stop, dustin, cursin out

The cops are still coming, vibe with me

Everybody's talking about Wu-Tang fronting

But you still telling lies to me



Beautiful in lightshows, having no intentions on love

But having strung eyes of oppose, here we go

It's not the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass

I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus

The faggot Nore son, now year later

Lady 7th floor, building 7-80

Fancy fox, booties for her socks, nothing else can change me

Young Nefertiti, knowledge seed with no jewelry on

Tahitian fresh berry tree, she's a capricorn

I really liked the girl, had dreams about her

Thinking to myself some nights she got ("powered")

But hating, was Shinene and Grace and Key-lolo

Trick bitches jumped my boo at the school a few years ago

Hit me, you hit me, Grace got the last hit

Eh yo, the bitches started swinging and shit

So I jumped in

Those were the days, made faces in school plays

Paper trays, city wide test, made half a days

Shooting puppy water, might hump the pillow, dick a inch taller

Stapleton bum nigga, I'll pop her cherry for her

Fresh air fun, here's dunn, alphabets, berets

Jellies, bubble yum, soda tongue, too young to cum

Then engage him with them candy rings

Eh yo, I hit that shit, got jealous when she kissed Rob

I broked her chicko's sticks



[Outro: Ghostface Killah]

Guys and girls, y'all remember those days, and shit

Girls walk around in school, one ponytail with the beret

Next looking like baby powder, youknowhatImean?

Those were the days right there

Boston baked beans, girls come to school with mad candy

YouknowhatImean? You'd just come in school for half days, and all that

Just to see that little girl right there, ? to this

Go home and think about it, youknowhatImean?

May hump the bed sometimes on her, youknowhatImean?

Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there G

That shit was fun, lunchroom, see in the lunchroom, youknowhatImean?

Might get a little, go to the G.O. Store or something, youknowhatImean?

Word, buy a little chocolate, a little shake or something, youknowhatImean?

A little buttercrunch joints or something, youknowhatImean?

That's that real shit, G I miss those shits, man

I wanna go back to school, man

That's my word, man

For real y'all, those were, those were the... goddamn y'all, you remember...