Can It Be All So Simple (Intermission) Songtext / Lyric

Hey you know everybody's talking about the "good old days"

Everybody! The good old days

Well, let's talk about the good old days



Know what I'm saying?

Take you on this lyrical high real quick

1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?

Let's get technical; where's your bone at?

Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!






Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin

Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin

Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now

Rae gotta get a plate now

Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one

Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one

Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16

Shooting that "that's that shit!" in his blood stream

That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey

And niggas know that habit's behind me

Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto

Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto

In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout

Pushing the big joint from down South

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 law

It's solid as a rock and crazy salt

No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks

Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke

And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop

I pointed a gat at his mother's knot

(Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit! )

Fuck that!



Dedicated to the winners and the losers

Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers

(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)

Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's

Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys

(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)

Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's

Dedicated to MPV's: phat!



Kicking the fly cliches

Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day

Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots

Running up in spots and making shit hot

I'd rather flip shows instead of those

Hanging on my living room wall:

My first joint - and it went gold!

I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade

Plus the spotlight, getting 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 the 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 doing bad

Yo, mad lives is up for grabs

Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes

Receiving all types of calls from upstate

Yo, I can't cope with the pressure

Settling for lesser

The God left lessons on my dresser

So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way

To 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