Back in the day 1986 Me and Mad Mike puttin' records in the mix Doin' party after party highschools and jam Back before the Glock was king And brothas sport like men Makin' demo after demo tryin' to come up quick It's funny how niggas treat you when you aint got shit But now i kept on cause pops told me Never to let anybody in the way where i try to get It was me and D.R. freakin' with the funk Had a system in the trunk And it was on, Friday night the party's jumpin' Summer time hits had the system straight pumpin' And belive me even though we had no loot Everybody knew that we was fence To come up soon I still remember them days They was crazy but now they gone It aint nothin' like it used to be before Back in the days... 1990 fresh out of college Public and the media settin' niggas up with knowledge And I love it cause without them There would be no me Took a trip down to Oakland Heard the minister speak, felt deep And shortly I was in On while forever down for my people Till the day that I die That's when devil made me do it It was made I still remember the days Still remember the rage And I was into everyday Building, trying to be much more Took a trip down to Cuba Met Assata Shakur Had dinner with the ??? Talked about old times And now America's steady tryin' to destroy minds And when I got back it seemed much clearer to me And when my cousin went to war he was only 19 I still remember them days They was crazy but now they gone It aint nothin' like it used to be before Back in the days... 1992 when i'm a ??? Cause a couple homies past away Before their time And even though i'm movin' unity Schoolin' better than most and it aint the same Cause I still feel pain and I'm tryin' to coup And everyday's gettin' clearer to me Cause if it aint guns and drugs It's the pigs and HIV And now i'm lookin' for a way To try to fight it back But you see it's votin' time And now you wanna ban Rap Thought I was Butts Playin' by your rules Sleepin' With The Enemy Was album number two Let's take a look around And see which one of you all Gotta balls to put me out Here's a middle finger off for all you Tripped for a minute but before too long A young brotha said: "Fuck it!" And a label was born I still remember them days They was crazy but now they gone It aint nothin' like it used to be but yo Now it's 94 and i'm servin' album number three How many fake wanna-be Gees do i see? Now we're back to days of the nigga and the bitch No deposit, no return, it's a trip, I check my grip And realize that it's all in your mind Mothafuck you and that fake gangsta shit I stays righterous and serv'em with the dope Should a truth get a clue? Monkey see, monkey do Back in the days...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
