Heh, y'all remember back in the daysnWhen niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin carsnAnd had to go strip your own switch off the treenThese are the daysnn[Chorus: Trick Daddy + (singer)]n(These are the days)nThese are the days (when we parlay)nWhen we parlayed (just me and my team)nMe and my team (out there livin our dream)nHa, ha ha, Lord (look how far we've come)nLook how far we come (doin what we love)nDoin what we love (cause these are the days)n(ballin, we gon' hold on)nn[Trick Daddy]nAnd I remember back in the days, if you ain't like a nigganYou let him know, then you asked for a favenAnd then he coulda got a head upnMe and you after school in the front and we can tear it upnAnd everybody gon' know about itnYep, so put down your set, and shut up, and be sho' about itnCause everybody done lost onenBut don't come home cryin unless your ass mind another onenAnd your ass better fight backnAnd you bet' not run and let it get back to momnCause, daddy ain't made no punks (uh-uh)nAnd, momma ain't raised no chumps (no way)nSo, go 'head for what you knownCause a lil' childhood fight's alright, but that's as far as it goesnCause tomorrow we'll be best of friendsnNever ever disagreein, now that's a friend, c'monnn[Chorus w/ minor variations]nn[Trick Daddy]nNow leave the guns and the crack and the knives alonenIt's, T-Double on the microphone, and I cannsee trouble right in front your homenFar as the kid's concerned, let him live and learnnAnd let him grow to be older than usnTeach him more than gangbangin, drug deals and hold-upsnAnd slow up, hold that drinkin just a little bitnAnd when they want to get high, just let 'em hear thisnAnd let 'em hit it 'til they ODnCause when they sober up, they gon' love and respect usnNow we havin mo' doctors, lawyersnTeachers, preachers, and deep-sea explorersnc'monnn[singer]nThese are the days, Lord these are the daysnThese are the days (these are the days) Lord these are the daysn(for the thugs)nn[Trick Daddy]nWhatever happened to the momma and daddy jokesnAnd why you cuss so much, right in front of these old folksnThat lady about seventy-five years oldnThat's twice my age, and fo' times yoursnI know momma taught you better than thatnBelieve stuff like this'll give the ol' girl a heart attacknAlways hollerin about child abuse and child neglectnWhere the hell did you get that?nShit the last time I checkednYou ever lost self-respect, you got it put on your ass for thatnAnd it happened right there where it went wrongnPart one's now, part two's at homenSo from now on, it's yes ma'am or no sirnPut that behind you, questions and answersnFollowed by thank you or no thanksnOr father may I be excused without bein rudenn[Chorus w/ minor variations]nn[ad libs]nn[Trick Daddy]nHold on, so this here should teach you a lesson why'knownKids, why'know listen to your teachers at school andnParents, need to pay attention to your kids at homenTherefore uh, know how to be hard on a child abusernChild neglecter, where e'rybody nobody call HRS on usnBeat they lil' bad ass when they get out of linenThat's what my momma did - fo' sho'nAin't nuttin wrong with a lil' ass whuppinnThe swellin gon' go down and the bleedin gon' stopnBut your ass'll be alive, I'll bet you thatnAnd umm, I put that on Pearl