Настроить

Yeah  ahh yeah 
Back in the days (3X) 
Back in the days (2X) 

Back in the days of eighty three 
Breakdancin at the crib with my man Dupri 
When the Saturday nights was LIVE in the West 
When honies were fly  the flavor was good but 
on the burnt side  was where it took place 
On the cheap sound system without no bass 
Coolin with my man DayDay  the DJ Machete 
I want a record deal  but I knew I wasn't ready 
But back then I still had more fun 
I even rode around my guy the rookie named Michael Jordan 
Long before Tag Team and 95 South 
Real Planet Rock shit used to funk the house 
But the schoolyard Crips and PPD's were too rowdy 
Some of them started rollin to the ?dotua? parties 
My dance group called the Frat Boys was winnin 
The parties was live cause General Lee was spinnin 
When the summer came I was off to the Ridge 
With my pen and my pad, I met new kids 
Marty Mar, a.k.a. the Big Mo 
Big Ben, Af Rock, yo we stole the show 
Makin tapes all the time, it's like I couldn't quit 
But when I listen to em now I'll admit 
That it wasn't alla that in fact we was wack 
But every now and then, huh, I wanna go back 

Back in the days 
I wanna go back in the days (4X) 
I wanna go back (2X) 

Spring eighty-seven, down with the four man crew 
Kool Kat, Disco, and my man Steve Blue 
No record deal, but I was still rhymin 
Big Mo hooked me with a kid named Diamond D 
Not the one from the East he went to school in Arizona 
said he liked the way I rocked the microphone-a 
We knew our, producer, but he was a flake 
That lived in the projects, said we had to wait 
Sittin in the car for hours at a time, buckin bullets down 
But that's how bad I wanted to rhyme 
Back when the hip-hop shit always had the airplay 
The best station in nation which was KDAY 
I got serious about my flow 
Hooked up with a brother that they call Domino 
And Diamond quit and left the twelve, over at my crib 
I hooked it up to my cassette player, tell you what I did 
I would pause mix breaks, whatever it would take 
I only had three records couldn't dig in any crates 
And there was times when I wanted to stop flowin but my 
best friend and lover Ajay, yo, she said to keep goin 
When all we had to eat was cup of noodles in the six pack 
Cause I went and spent all my ducats on the six track 
On the real, no food in the fridge 
But when I won the rap contest at Northridge 
Everybody flipped, yo we didn't know how to act 
Daaam, I wanna go back 

I wanna go back 
I wanna go back in the days (6X) 

Bill Duke, a well known deep brother 
Hooked me with the soundtrack on Deep Cover 
That's how I met Belial, from the Bronx 
He had more beats that house niggaz got conks 
Showed me all kind of beat makin tricks 
Just like Machete showed me how to pause mix 
and I was married to the shit like a husband to a wife 
But when I tried to rhyme up at the Good Life 
Yo I got dissed I couldn't buy no respect 
But in two years I came back to catch wreck 
On the set and jet, cause that's how it had to be 
And my man Tragedy became amazed at me 
So he put me inside, the Cadillac 
The chaffeur drove off, and now I can't go back 
Hahaha, back in the days 

I wanna go back in the days (6X) 
I wanna go back (4X)

Видео-клип к песне Back In The Day

Размести это видео у себя на сайте:

Код видео
скопирован в буфер