Wu - SOS Lyrics

Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the "good old days," right? (Yeah)
Everybody, the good old days, the good all days (yeah, the good ol' days, yeah)
Well, let's talk about the good old days (let's talk about them shits)

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, aight?

Yo
Started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggas wildin'
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 sixteen (word)
Shootin' that "that's that shit" in his blood stream
That's the life of a grimy, real live crimey
If 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 (uh, uh)
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 soft
No jokes, I'm not playin', get his folks
Desert Eagle his dick and put him in a yoke (ah)
And to know for sure, I got wreck and rip shop
I pointed a gat at his mother's knot
(Yo, yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man
Yo, don't do that shit) word up
F*ck that (word up, nigga)

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-bys)
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, 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 wanna lamp, I wanna 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 the lessons on my dresser
So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way
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 on like that

Can it be that it was all so simple then? (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-
Can it-
Was all so simple then
Can it be that it was all so-
Simple then
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?