Can It Be All So Simple Songtext
von Wu‐Tang Clan

Hey, you know, everybody′s talking about the good old days, right? (Yeah)
Everybody, the good old days, the good old days (yeah, good old days, yeah)
Well, let's talk about the good old days (let′s talk about 'em shit now, hold up, baby)

(Can it be that it was all so simple then?) Know what I'm sayin′?
Take you on this lyrical high real quick
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?) 1993 exoticness
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?) Know what I′m sayin'? Let′s get technical
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?) Where's your bone at?
Get up on that shit, a′ight?

Yo, started off on the island, aka Shaolin
Niggas wilin', 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 16 (word?)
Shootin′ that "that's that shit!" in his blood stream


That′s the life of a grimy, real-life crimey
And 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
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 salt
No jokes, I'm not playin′, get his folks
Desert Eagle his dick and put him in a yoke
And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop
I pointed a gat at his mother's knot
(Yo, yo, Rae, don′t do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!) Word up (chill)
Fuck that (word up, nigga)

(Can it be that it was all so simple then?) 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 5′s, 850i's
Dedicated to niggas who do drive-by's
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?) Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac′s
Dedicated to MPV′s, phat
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?) Nigga, yeah, yeah


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 want to lamp, I want to 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 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 all 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-
It was all so simple then

Can it be that it was all-
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?