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Chicago Old Days

Doody Baseball cards and birthdays Please take me back To the world gone away Memories Seem like yesterday Old days Good times I remember Gold days Days

Doody Baseball cards and birthdays Please take me back To the world gone away Memories Seem like yesterday Old days Good times I remember Gold days Days

guy called Johnny Otis took Bo Diddleys rhythm He changed it into handjive and it went like this In a little old country town one day A little old country

the great fire in Chicago And the dead lay all around When the fire (When the fire) Comes down from Heaven (Comes down from Heaven) This old world (This old

... go You know... The hood done took under all kinds, yeah I know From my homies down in watts to the g's in chicago (hey what's up homeboy? ) What'

games have begun The cell phone keeps ringing ?don?t answer it hon? The whole thing?s arranged just to aggravate Dad And it?s amateur day on the old super

forget when you gotta go you gotta go I might catch a train and go to New York City or LA or Folsom I don't know Babe you might find me down in old Chicago

wanna throw bottles And hoes swallow Try to hate out of me You gon' need an Impala I all I do is fuck models I'm slinging rap like crack From da A to Chicago

's unhealthy, we can't grow I'ma be on my own these days If you don't like it you can go away Relocate, it's okay, hit the pavement I'm Chicago Cub'n