Back In The Day

(Brotha's and sista's!)
(Brotha's and sista's, I don't know what this world is coming to!)

'Sup, Missy? Timbo!
(This is another Missy Elliott exclusive)
Hip-Hop! Yes!

Yes, uhh
One for the butters, I came from the gutter
No I came from my mother, but you know what I mean
Hov is here to stay, like permanent crease in your jeans
Me and Missy be the new Tag Team: Whoomp! There It Is
We like Rae & Ghost, A.G. and Showbiz
We Public Enemy #1, our Uzi Weighs a Ton
This is our house, run

What happened to those good old days (huh)
When hip hop was so much fun?
Oh, house parties in the summer, y'all (c'mon)
And no-one came through with a gun
It was all about the music, y'all
It helped a nigga to relieve some stress (huh)
Ohh, we was under one groove, y'all (y'all)
So much love (huh) between north and west

Go back in the day
British Knights, and gold chains
Do the Prep and Cabbage Patch
And wear your laces, all fat
Back in the day, hey, hey, hey (back in the day)
Hip hop's changed (yes, it is)

Remember when we used to battle (uh-huh)
On the block (huh) before the lights came on?
Oh, Mama said we would be straight-A kids (c'mon)
If we did our homework like we knew those songs
Salt-N-Pepa, Rakim, and P.E. (huh)
DMC and Heavy D
Yes, Daddy Kane, Slick Rick, too (oh-ooh)
MC Lyte (Paper Thin) opened doors for you and me, c'mon

Young J-Bizzy
Let's do it again, nigga

Grew-up the way it oughta be
From day KRS-One all the way up to 19 Naughty III
To M.O.P., we Cold as Ice
Nigga, we rock it from the Dre Day to the Suge Knight
So fuck Chuck Phillips and Bill O'Reilly
If they try to stop hip hop, we all gon' rally, nigga
Post-Biggie and Pac, I gotta hold down the city
Make a nigga wanna holla' like Missy, but fuck it
Just let a nigga MC
The best rapper alive, unquestionably
If you rip on your EP, you gonna need a MD
So You Gots to Chill cause I Kill at Will
Like solid water, dude, y'all niggas don't get it
Kill at Will, solid water, Ice Cube
Ha, ha, that's how hip hop has evolved
Jay-Z's for President, I'm naming Ra as the National Guard

Me and Jigga, Jigga J-J-Jay-Hova
I rocks the mic right, whether I'm pissy drunk or sober
Misdemeanor fo'-finger-ringer, I'm stupid fresh
I've been hot since LL rocked the Kangol hat
Yes, yes, the yes, yes, the yes, y'all in
C'mon (Aw, yeah, aw, yeah)
Okay, me 'n that nigga Jigga, fresh-dressed in the mornin'
C'mon (Aw, yeah, aw, yeah)

I wanna go back in time (let's go)
Feels like I, I wanna go back in time
Feels like I, I wanna go back in time
(Y'all remember Self Destruction)
(Where all the rap artists got on a record together?)
Feels like I, I wanna go back in time
(I used to love them days)
(No tension, let's go)