Текст песни Paris - Back in the Days
Paris - Back in the Days слова песни
Back in the day 1986Me and Mad Mike puttin` records in the mixDoin` party after party, high schools and jamBack before the glock was king and brothas spoke like menMakin` demo after demo tryin` to come up quickIt`s funny how niggas treat you when you ain`t got shitBut now I kept on cause pops told me Never to let anybody in the way where I try to getIt was me and D.R. freakin` with the funkJerry in the jail, I had a system in the trunkAnd it was on, Friday night the party`s jumpin`Summertime hits had the speakers straight bumpin`And believe me even though we had no lootEverybody knew that we was finst` to come up soonI still remember them daysThey was crazy but now they goneIt aint nothin` like it used to be beforeBack in the days...1990 fresh out of collegePublic and the media settin` niggas up with knowledgeAnd I love it cause without them there would be no meTook a trip down to OaklandHeard the minister speak, felt deepAnd shortly I was in On while forever down for my people `til the day that I dieThat`s when "Devil Made Me Do It," it was madeI still remember the days, still remember the rageAnd I was into everyday building, trying to be much moreTook a trip down to Cuba, met Assata ShakurHad dinner with Fidel, talked about old timesAnd now America`s steady tryin` to destroy mindsAnd when I got back it seemed much clearer to meAnd when my cousin went to war he was only 19I still remember them daysThey was crazy but now they goneIt aint nothin` like it used to be beforeBack in the days...1992 when I`m sour insideCause a couple homies passed away before their timeAnd even though I`m movin` unitySchoolin` better than most and it aint the same Cause I still feel pain and I`m tryin` to coupAnd everyday`s gettin` clearer to meCause if it aint guns and drugs, it`s the pigs and HIVAnd now I`m lookin` for a way to try to fight it backBut you see it`s votin` time and now you wanna ban rapThought I was fucked playin` by your rules"Sleeping With the Enemy" was album number twoLet`s take a look aroundAnd see which one of you allGotta balls to put me outHere`s a middle finger off for all youTripped for a minute but before too longA young brotha said: "Fuck it!" and a label was bornI still remember them daysThey was crazy but now they goneIt aint nothin` like it used to be but yoNow it`s 94 and I`m servin` album number threeHow many fake wanna-be Gees do I see?Now we`re back to days of the nigga and the bitchNo deposit, no return, it`s a trip, I check my gripAnd realize that it`s all in your mindMothafuck you and that fake gangsta shitI stays righterous and serv`em with the dopeShould a truth get a clue?Monkey see, monkey doBack in the days...