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Yeah, ahh yeah |
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Back in the days (3X) |
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Back in the days (2X) |
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Back in the days of eighty-three |
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Breakdancin at the crib with my man Dupri |
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When the Saturday nights was LIVE in the West |
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When honies were fly, the flavor was good but |
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on the burnt side, was where it took place |
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On the cheap sound system without no bass |
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Coolin with my man DayDay, the DJ Machete |
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I want a record deal, but I knew I wasn't ready |
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But back then I still had more fun |
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I even rode around my guy the rookie named Michael Jordan |
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Long before Tag Team and 95 South |
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Real Planet Rock shit used to funk the house |
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But the schoolyard Crips and PPD's were too rowdy |
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Some of them started rollin to the ?dotua? parties |
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My dance group called the Frat Boys was winnin |
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The parties was live cause General Lee was spinnin |
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When the summer came I was off to the Ridge |
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With my pen and my pad, I met new kids |
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Marty Mar, a.k.a. the Big Mo |
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Big Ben, Af Rock, yo we stole the show |
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Makin tapes all the time, it's like I couldn't quit |
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But when I listen to em now I'll admit |
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That it wasn't alla that in fact we was wack |
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But every now and then, huh, I wanna go back |
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Back in the days |
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I wanna go back in the days (4X) |
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I wanna go back (2X) |
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Spring eighty-seven, down with the four man crew |
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Kool Kat, Disco, and my man Steve Blue |
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No record deal, but I was still rhymin |
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Big Mo hooked me with a kid named Diamond D |
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Not the one from the East he went to school in Arizona |
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said he liked the way I rocked the microphone-a |
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We knew our, producer, but he was a flake |
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That lived in the projects, said we had to wait |
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Sittin in the car for hours at a time, buckin bullets down |
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But that's how bad I wanted to rhyme |
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Back when the hip-hop shit always had the airplay |
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The best station in nation which was KDAY |
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I got serious about my flow |
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Hooked up with a brother that they call Domino |
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And Diamond quit and left the twelve, over at my crib |
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I hooked it up to my cassette player, tell you what I did |
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I would pause mix breaks, whatever it would take |
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I only had three records couldn't dig in any crates |
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And there was times when I wanted to stop flowin but my |
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best friend and lover Ajay, yo, she said to keep goin |
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When all we had to eat was cup of noodles in the six pack |
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Cause I went and spent all my ducats on the six track |
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On the real, no food in the fridge |
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But when I won the rap contest at Northridge |
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Everybody flipped, yo we didn't know how to act |
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Daaam, I wanna go back |
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I wanna go back |
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I wanna go back in the days (6X) |
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Bill Duke, a well known deep brother |
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Hooked me with the soundtrack on Deep Cover |
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That's how I met Belial, from the Bronx |
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He had more beats that house niggaz got conks |
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Showed me all kind of beat makin tricks |
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Just like Machete showed me how to pause mix |
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and I was married to the shit like a husband to a wife |
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But when I tried to rhyme up at the Good Life |
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Yo I got dissed I couldn't buy no respect |
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But in two years I came back to catch wreck |
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On the set and jet, cause that's how it had to be |
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And my man Tragedy became amazed at me |
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So he put me inside, the Cadillac |
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The chaffeur drove off, and now I can't go back |
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Hahaha, back in the days |
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I wanna go back in the days (6X) |
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I wanna go back (4X) |
