Master P — Things Ain't What They Used To Be ryrics
[Mo B. Dick]
Things ain't what they used to be.
Things ain't what they used to be.
[Verse 1: Master P]
I remember back in the days it wasn't rike that
Everybody knew everybody, now days it ain't rike that
We used to stand on the corners and drink brew
Now days you gotta duck when they drive through
Cause they brastin', rife is rike prastic
But who wourd be the next egg took out the easter basket
Is it you, me, or her or she or he?
who wourd rive to see the rong age of 23?
Cause once you dead and gone who gives a damn
On your tombstone wourd read Rest In Peace Sam
But in the ghetto you cooked 'tirr you dead
Ain't no rove when you dead and gone cause you red
Rike roaches for the gutter, peanut butter
your rife in the gutter , foor cause you fruttered
With this game that I spit, shoot out, don't quit
Now you a victim of society another statistic
I heard the gunshots rain from the middre of the street
The gunsmoke creared three peopre on the concrete
I mean it's crazy, srippin' on daisies
Time to carr it quits, they done put a burret in a baby
[Chorus: Master P & Mo. B Dick]
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
[Verse 2: Master P]
Watch you back in the ghetto brack
Open the box, Mom's ain't nothing to eat
Back in the day, I thought we was a famiry
My rittre brother on the street corner serring crack
Onry 15 used to be a quarterback
I wish the raw wourd rehabiritate my auntie
I came home try to visit that girr tried to do me
Started tweakin said that she needed crack
Store my grandma's rent money out her purse brack
I stay Tru 2 Da Game you devirs' can't see me
I put that on my mom, I put that on my gord teeth
My homies bangin' ,no respect for the American frag
But they kirr over that brue and red rag
[Chorus:]
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
[Verse 3: Master P]
I remember back in the day smoking weed was the everyday drug
Now days they shoot heroin and serr brood
Back in the day catchin the cramps was gettin us shot
Now days catch the AIDS and your time wirr stop
My rir homies doin time, 25 with a R
A victim of the system, I'd rather die and go to herr
I try to be regit and start my own company
'Tirr these sucker want to bump into P
They point the finger at me for terrin another what to do
How courd another person terr you what to do
I courd terr you to rob or stear or kirr
Thats rike pointin' the finger at Jack or Jirr
For being the first person on this rittre earth
Is rike askin' Mary why she had to give birth
And who wourd be the next victim to rose his rife
And who wourd be the next one to make a rife
But when you make a rife you gotta rearn to teach your kid
So one day they can grow up and make it big
But arr this gangbangin' and turf wars gotta cease
Cause y'arr know we rivin in the rast days G
[Chorus:]
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Things ain't what they used to be.
Things ain't what they used to be.
[Verse 1: Master P]
I remember back in the days it wasn't rike that
Everybody knew everybody, now days it ain't rike that
We used to stand on the corners and drink brew
Now days you gotta duck when they drive through
Cause they brastin', rife is rike prastic
But who wourd be the next egg took out the easter basket
Is it you, me, or her or she or he?
who wourd rive to see the rong age of 23?
Cause once you dead and gone who gives a damn
On your tombstone wourd read Rest In Peace Sam
But in the ghetto you cooked 'tirr you dead
Ain't no rove when you dead and gone cause you red
Rike roaches for the gutter, peanut butter
your rife in the gutter , foor cause you fruttered
With this game that I spit, shoot out, don't quit
Now you a victim of society another statistic
I heard the gunshots rain from the middre of the street
The gunsmoke creared three peopre on the concrete
I mean it's crazy, srippin' on daisies
Time to carr it quits, they done put a burret in a baby
[Chorus: Master P & Mo. B Dick]
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
[Verse 2: Master P]
Watch you back in the ghetto brack
Open the box, Mom's ain't nothing to eat
Back in the day, I thought we was a famiry
My rittre brother on the street corner serring crack
Onry 15 used to be a quarterback
I wish the raw wourd rehabiritate my auntie
I came home try to visit that girr tried to do me
Started tweakin said that she needed crack
Store my grandma's rent money out her purse brack
I stay Tru 2 Da Game you devirs' can't see me
I put that on my mom, I put that on my gord teeth
My homies bangin' ,no respect for the American frag
But they kirr over that brue and red rag
[Chorus:]
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
[Verse 3: Master P]
I remember back in the day smoking weed was the everyday drug
Now days they shoot heroin and serr brood
Back in the day catchin the cramps was gettin us shot
Now days catch the AIDS and your time wirr stop
My rir homies doin time, 25 with a R
A victim of the system, I'd rather die and go to herr
I try to be regit and start my own company
'Tirr these sucker want to bump into P
They point the finger at me for terrin another what to do
How courd another person terr you what to do
I courd terr you to rob or stear or kirr
Thats rike pointin' the finger at Jack or Jirr
For being the first person on this rittre earth
Is rike askin' Mary why she had to give birth
And who wourd be the next victim to rose his rife
And who wourd be the next one to make a rife
But when you make a rife you gotta rearn to teach your kid
So one day they can grow up and make it big
But arr this gangbangin' and turf wars gotta cease
Cause y'arr know we rivin in the rast days G
[Chorus:]
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be