Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk   White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum   She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn   Waist like a Coke bottles scoring   Pretty young thing loved the swings   And times she got my ding-a-ling hard   When she said push hard, she kept Vaseline   Open as she swung back, couldn't help her dress blue back      Now I'm held accountable right for my actions   Right before the Wallabee Champ was rockin' wallows   Drawin' cards, sent her rap message through a bottle   Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goines   Birthday, gave her two 50 cent coins   Puppy love, gorgeous face, amazed by lip gloss   Cherry cent, when the princess spoked yo it bounced off   Mole like Marilyn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouth   Wherever God go will be Mrs. Coke      Girl's so pretty, kids with little niddys   Hope the years go slow, slow   Surrounded by intelligence, life through education   Healthy minds will grow, grow   Catch me on a bus-stop, dustin', cursin' out   The cops are still coming, vibe with me   Everybody's talking about Wu-Tang frontin'   But you still telling lies to me      Beautiful in light shows, having no intentions on love   But having strung eyes of oppose, here we go   It's not the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass   I'm not the one, double dus', waiting for the bus   The fagot Nore son, now year later   Lady 7th floor, building 7-80   Fancy fox, booties for her socks, nothing else can change me      Young Nefertiti, knowledge seed with no jewelry on   Tahitian fresh berry tree, she's a Capricorn   I really liked the girl, had dreams about her   Thinking to myself some nights she got   But hating, was Shinene and Grace and Key-lolo   Trick bitches jumped my boo at the school a few years ago   Hit me, you hit me, Grace got the last hit   Eh yo, these bitches started swinging and shit      So I jumped in   Those were the days, made faces in school plays   Paper trays, city wide test, made half a days   Shooting puppy water, might hump the pillow, dick a inch taller   Stapleton bum nigga, I pop a cherry for her   Fresh air fun, here's dunn, alphabets, berets   Jellies, bubble yum, soda tongue, too young to cum   Then engage him with them candy rings   Eh yo, I hit that shit, got jealous when she kissed Rob   I broked her chicko's sticks      Guys and girls, y'all remember those days and shit   Girls walk around in school, one ponytail with the beret   Next looking like baby powder   You know what I mean? Those were the days right there   Boston baked beans, girls come to school with mad candy   You know what I mean? You'd just come in school for half days   And all that   Just to see that little girl right there? In mind to this   Go home and think about it, you know what I mean?   May hump the bed sometimes on her, You know what I mean?      Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there G That shit was fun, lunchroom, see in the lunchroom   You know what I mean? Might get a little, go to the G.O   Store or something, you know what I mean?   Word, buy a little chocolate, a little shake or something   You know what I mean? A little Butter crunch joints or something   You know what I mean? That's that real shit, G I miss those shits, man   I wanna go back to school, man   That's my word, man   For real y'all, those were, those were the goddamn y'all you remember