Back In The Days

Back In The Days 歌词

歌曲 Back In The Days
歌手 Trick Daddy
专辑 www.thug.com
下载 Image LRC TXT
作词 : Trick Daddy
作曲 : Trick Daddy
Back in the days
It wasn't no AIDS
It wasn't no AK's
More afros than braids
Wasn't nuttin for a boy to get a straight fade
But not no mo
Niggas done twist up the fro
Let it lock and grow
Quick to go to gunplay bout that flow
Nigga you don't know?
And I'm thinkin bout when
Round the time i was ten
And way before the pen
The worst thing i ever remember seeing
Was a boy get his whole head bashed in
But now they gettin blown off
Whole chest torn off
Whole block roped off
Two clips in his house for ****in round
Runnin off at his damn mouth
Yep back in the days it wadn't bout fame
And it wudn't bout a name
Plus it wudn't no thang
To kill a nigga and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang
But na shit done changed
And I know it seem strange
But I'm a maintain
So I'm a stack my flow and say "**** you hoes"
Stay the **** out the chain gang
Hook
Some hoes no shame
Other hoes play games
See they'll **** ya for the fame
And when the heat is on and they can't hang
Theyll give them crackers yo name
Thell say it under oath
And swear to tell the truth
Run down what ya do
How ya clown wit ya crew
Along with that a list of shit like who ****ed in who house
Tell a ho about ya spot
Where ya threw away the Glock
Bout every bitch that ya shot
Every key that ya caught
And every car that ya drop
The ninety-seven drop tops
And them Carolina trips
And then they grill you the flip
Time and date when ya dip
Every deal you done dealt
And every crib you done built
With no mutha****in guilt
Back in tha days
It wudn't none a this
Ya couldn't pay a bitch to snitch
It just goes to show that
**** niggas and slimy hoes make the world flip the script
Hook
See back in the days
All pimps got paid
And all hoes got slayed
Alot a money got saved
And every playa had it made
In Dade
We was slayed before then
Boys was made before then
Way before them
Raisin poor men
With no choice
Way before them
But na shit done changed
I mean a nigga done came
Ya done took our name
We done peeped yall game
Ya ovalooked our pain
Man, and we ain't tryin to be friends
Ya wudn't tryin back then
Had a problem with my skin
Got together with ya clan
And send a young poor black man
Straight to the pen
Ya had beef with the blacks
But na the blacks got the gats
So if a cracker talk slick his ass gon get whacked
And you can bet that
See nigga
Back in the days
I was young and afraid
So dumb in a way
I was trapped in a maze
So hey
Hook
zuo ci : Trick Daddy
zuo qu : Trick Daddy
Back in the days
It wasn' t no AIDS
It wasn' t no AK' s
More afros than braids
Wasn' t nuttin for a boy to get a straight fade
But not no mo
Niggas done twist up the fro
Let it lock and grow
Quick to go to gunplay bout that flow
Nigga you don' t know?
And I' m thinkin bout when
Round the time i was ten
And way before the pen
The worst thing i ever remember seeing
Was a boy get his whole head bashed in
But now they gettin blown off
Whole chest torn off
Whole block roped off
Two clips in his house for in round
Runnin off at his damn mouth
Yep back in the days it wadn' t bout fame
And it wudn' t bout a name
Plus it wudn' t no thang
To kill a nigga and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang
But na shit done changed
And I know it seem strange
But I' m a maintain
So I' m a stack my flow and say " you hoes"
Stay the out the chain gang
Hook
Some hoes no shame
Other hoes play games
See they' ll ya for the fame
And when the heat is on and they can' t hang
Theyll give them crackers yo name
Thell say it under oath
And swear to tell the truth
Run down what ya do
How ya clown wit ya crew
Along with that a list of shit like who ed in who house
Tell a ho about ya spot
Where ya threw away the Glock
Bout every bitch that ya shot
Every key that ya caught
And every car that ya drop
The ninetyseven drop tops
And them Carolina trips
And then they grill you the flip
Time and date when ya dip
Every deal you done dealt
And every crib you done built
With no mutha in guilt
Back in tha days
It wudn' t none a this
Ya couldn' t pay a bitch to snitch
It just goes to show that
niggas and slimy hoes make the world flip the script
Hook
See back in the days
All pimps got paid
And all hoes got slayed
Alot a money got saved
And every playa had it made
In Dade
We was slayed before then
Boys was made before then
Way before them
Raisin poor men
With no choice
Way before them
But na shit done changed
I mean a nigga done came
Ya done took our name
We done peeped yall game
Ya ovalooked our pain
Man, and we ain' t tryin to be friends
Ya wudn' t tryin back then
Had a problem with my skin
Got together with ya clan
And send a young poor black man
Straight to the pen
Ya had beef with the blacks
But na the blacks got the gats
So if a cracker talk slick his ass gon get whacked
And you can bet that
See nigga
Back in the days
I was young and afraid
So dumb in a way
I was trapped in a maze
So hey
Hook
zuò cí : Trick Daddy
zuò qǔ : Trick Daddy
Back in the days
It wasn' t no AIDS
It wasn' t no AK' s
More afros than braids
Wasn' t nuttin for a boy to get a straight fade
But not no mo
Niggas done twist up the fro
Let it lock and grow
Quick to go to gunplay bout that flow
Nigga you don' t know?
And I' m thinkin bout when
Round the time i was ten
And way before the pen
The worst thing i ever remember seeing
Was a boy get his whole head bashed in
But now they gettin blown off
Whole chest torn off
Whole block roped off
Two clips in his house for in round
Runnin off at his damn mouth
Yep back in the days it wadn' t bout fame
And it wudn' t bout a name
Plus it wudn' t no thang
To kill a nigga and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang
But na shit done changed
And I know it seem strange
But I' m a maintain
So I' m a stack my flow and say " you hoes"
Stay the out the chain gang
Hook
Some hoes no shame
Other hoes play games
See they' ll ya for the fame
And when the heat is on and they can' t hang
Theyll give them crackers yo name
Thell say it under oath
And swear to tell the truth
Run down what ya do
How ya clown wit ya crew
Along with that a list of shit like who ed in who house
Tell a ho about ya spot
Where ya threw away the Glock
Bout every bitch that ya shot
Every key that ya caught
And every car that ya drop
The ninetyseven drop tops
And them Carolina trips
And then they grill you the flip
Time and date when ya dip
Every deal you done dealt
And every crib you done built
With no mutha in guilt
Back in tha days
It wudn' t none a this
Ya couldn' t pay a bitch to snitch
It just goes to show that
niggas and slimy hoes make the world flip the script
Hook
See back in the days
All pimps got paid
And all hoes got slayed
Alot a money got saved
And every playa had it made
In Dade
We was slayed before then
Boys was made before then
Way before them
Raisin poor men
With no choice
Way before them
But na shit done changed
I mean a nigga done came
Ya done took our name
We done peeped yall game
Ya ovalooked our pain
Man, and we ain' t tryin to be friends
Ya wudn' t tryin back then
Had a problem with my skin
Got together with ya clan
And send a young poor black man
Straight to the pen
Ya had beef with the blacks
But na the blacks got the gats
So if a cracker talk slick his ass gon get whacked
And you can bet that
See nigga
Back in the days
I was young and afraid
So dumb in a way
I was trapped in a maze
So hey
Hook
Back In The Days 歌词
YouTube搜索结果 (转至YouTube)