I wanna go back
I wanna go back
Uhh cause I remember way back when
Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay
In the clem with some friends George and Jay
We were the Funky Fresh Crew when i DJ’ed
But what a shock it was to be on the set
Comin from a nice home, now livin in the project
No regrets cause I learned alot,
And I earned alot in the parking lot.
Doin dirt for the OG’s slangin rocks
They used to call me that little white kid who could rock
On the 2 turntables and that aint no fable
Watchin Eddie Murphy instead of Clark Gable
My whole life style switched haas
Puttin in hours at the 76 car wash
But I could never wait for them weekends to come
(dum ditty dum, ditty, ditty dum, dum)
Boom, boom the base went
On the turntables fuckin it up in Dukes basement
Groove times production we kept the jams jumpin
Open up your ears, I’m trin to tell you somethin
And give some love back to those that love me
206 Court street and my second mom Tracey
Little Keesha and Cole, my mellow Bo, and my home girl Flow
Doc Relm C used to buy me some
Kept my tables at his crib when it wasen’t in the clubs
Tom Whitts and Mike Shaffer
Used to give me rides and buy me groceries
When I didn’t have no papers. and I’m grateful for this
Sometimes I look back and it’s these times I miss
Makin demo’s on my old four track
Sometimes I can’t help but think «I wanna go back»
I wanna go back, back in the time
I wanna go ( I wanna go) back
I wanna go way back, way back ya
I wanna go back, back in the time
I got kicked out again for bein fly
Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli
And they treated me like brothers
R I D to the cool ass mothers.
And my brother Dimdada
And for the hommies that aint here I still got a lotta love
I wanna go back, way back,
And change things and bring y’all back
I pour a tear out for y’all
I’m singin i saw the light from my cousin Paul
Life brings alot of tradgety
I look around at times and it’s so sad to see.
A waisted life, or a broken home.
But all I can do is take care of my own
I feel so alone like a strainger
And sometimes I express my love through my anger
And I’ve lost alot of friends for this.
Black Man, T-Bone, Ernest, KDC, and Chris
And the rest of the Beach Crew
I aint sayin that I’m wrong but I still got love for you
Cause I remember how it used to be
Make way mother fucker Beach Crews in the party.
To the right, to the left
Me Black Man, and Funk Daddy, Deaf Steph
And sometimes I feel blessed for sure
To have been a part of one of raps last great tours.
Ice Cube, Too Short, Dee Nice
Yo yo Kid Rock and it dont stop, I wanna go back
I wanna go back, back in the time
I wanna go (I wanna go) back
I wanna go way back, way back ya
I wanna go back, back in the time
I remember little Robert, cause I stayed with him
I used to go and see Campbell when I needed a trim
And when times got grim and it seemed that I lost my way
I used to go and get blown out with Ravae
Bumpin shoulders and slappin hands