Текст песни Dred Scott - Back in the Day
Dred Scott - Back in the Day слова песни
Yeah, ahh yeahBack in the days (3X)Back in the days (2X)Back in the days of eighty-threeBreakdancin at the crib with my man DupriWhen the Saturday nights was LIVE in the WestWhen honies were fly, the flavor was good buton the burnt side, was where it took placeOn the cheap sound system without no bassCoolin with my man DayDay, the DJ MacheteI want a record deal, but I knew I wasn`t readyBut back then I still had more funI even rode around my guy the rookie named Michael JordanLong before Tag Team and 95 SouthReal Planet Rock shit used to funk the houseBut the schoolyard Crips and PPD`s were too rowdySome of them started rollin to the ?dotua? partiesMy dance group called the Frat Boys was winninThe parties was live cause General Lee was spinninWhen the summer came I was off to the RidgeWith my pen and my pad, I met new kidsMarty Mar, a.k.a. the Big MoBig Ben, Af Rock, yo we stole the showMakin tapes all the time, it`s like I couldn`t quitBut when I listen to em now I`ll admitThat it wasn`t alla that in fact we was wackBut every now and then, huh, I wanna go backBack in the daysI wanna go back in the days (4X)I wanna go back (2X)Spring eighty-seven, down with the four man crewKool Kat, Disco, and my man Steve BlueNo record deal, but I was still rhyminBig Mo hooked me with a kid named Diamond DNot the one from the East he went to school in Arizonasaid he liked the way I rocked the microphone-aWe knew our, producer, but he was a flakeThat lived in the projects, said we had to waitSittin in the car for hours at a time, buckin bullets downBut that`s how bad I wanted to rhymeBack when the hip-hop shit always had the airplayThe best station in nation which was KDAYI got serious about my flowHooked up with a brother that they call DominoAnd Diamond quit and left the twelve, over at my cribI hooked it up to my cassette player, tell you what I didI would pause mix breaks, whatever it would takeI only had three records couldn`t dig in any cratesAnd there was times when I wanted to stop flowin but mybest friend and lover Ajay, yo, she said to keep goinWhen all we had to eat was cup of noodles in the six packCause I went and spent all my ducats on the six trackOn the real, no food in the fridgeBut when I won the rap contest at NorthridgeEverybody flipped, yo we didn`t know how to actDaaam, I wanna go backI wanna go backI wanna go back in the days (6X)Bill Duke, a well known deep brotherHooked me with the soundtrack on Deep CoverThat`s how I met Belial, from the BronxHe had more beats that house niggaz got conksShowed me all kind of beat makin tricksJust like Machete showed me how to pause mixand I was married to the shit like a husband to a wifeBut when I tried to rhyme up at the Good LifeYo I got dissed I couldn`t buy no respectBut in two years I came back to catch wreckOn the set and jet, cause that`s how it had to beAnd my man Tragedy became amazed at meSo he put me inside, the CadillacThe chaffeur drove off, and now I can`t go backHahaha, back in the daysI wanna go back in the days (6X)I wanna go back (4X)