Текст (слова) песни: Paris - Back In The Days

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 ain`t 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...

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Paris - Back In The Days 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 ain`t 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... Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Back In The Days: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/115/1/5621.html Все тексты песен: Paris » Paris - Record Label Murder » Paris - Lay Low » Paris - Ebony » Paris - Break the Grip of Shame » Paris - Break The Grip Of Shame » Paris - How We Do » Paris - Street Soldier » Paris - Scarface Groove » Paris - Life Goes On » Paris - The Days Of Old » Paris - The Days of Old » Paris - Panther Power » Paris - This Is A Test » Paris - You Know My Name » Paris - The Devil Made Me Do It » Paris - Ebony » Paris - This is a Test » Paris - Check it Out Ch`all » Paris - Funky Lil` Party » Paris - Bush Killa (Hellraiser Mix) Рекомендуем скачать: » Шамиль Абряров - Восток » Шухрат Хусаинов - Посвящение замерзшему дому » Шамиль Абряров - Снова ты пришел сюда... » Шухрат Хусаинов - Раскручивая радары, уйдем в штормовое море... » Шухрат Хусаинов - Попрощаемся, мой друг, как-то случилось вдруг... » Шамиль Абряров - Осторожность » Шао? Бао! - Самба Шао? Бао! » Шелег Михаил - ПЕРСТЕНЁК » Шамиль Абряров - Если встать под небом » Шамиль Абряров - Мельница » Шапиро Александр - Под мотив » Шухрат Хусаинов - Домов изысканная вязь... » Шамиль Абряров - Трамвайщица » Шура, Shura - Ма разные » Шамиль Абряров - Ночь. Утро. » Шамиль Абряров - Медленный день » Шамиль Абряров - На самом волнующем месте » Шелег Михаил - ЛЮБИМОЙ ЖЕНЩИНЕ » Шухрат Хусаинов - Посвящение Северу » Шелег Михаил - ВАМПИРСКАЯ ЛЮБОВЬ
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