Letras
Do you remember?
Like this
Back in the days
I haven't washed my kahkz in four days
But they black so you can't see the dirt I'm kinda grimy like that
You can kindly step back and disperse if you ain't feelin' me
No hard feelings as long as you keep it real with me
Not too much appeal to me but if I want it, I'ma get it
And if it can be divided with the homies, I'ma split it
Just the way that I was raised, quickly get punished if I didn't share
Even if I bought it myself, my mother didn't care
But she couldn't stop me from packin' straps and doin' dirt
She tried her best but finally accepted it although it hurt
The Yoc got its grip on this man at a young age
Scrapеd and chased to get the spot but man that was thе fun days
And if I was broke I stole 2 40's out of bonkbear
Drink 'em in the ally way back when I had long hair
Many things have changed and I miss a lot of old friends
But nothing comes between me and my family that I've chosen
I remember back in the days (back in the days)
When me and the homies used to kick it and parlay (all night long)
Smokin' was the thing to do (was the thing to do)
Me and the homeboys acted like some fools (like some fools)
You see the thangs will never change so it's time to make the best of it
Drinkin' the liquor cognac buzzin', and you know we love it
Gather up them homies get them hynas on their way
Bump them oldies Mary Wells and that old school Marvin Gaye
We gonna take it back to the days when we was little knuckleheads
Looking up to the OG gangstas doing crazy shit, we did
At an early age, smokin' dank flamed up packin' shanks
Walking around the Yoc we cannon block with a mug up on my face
Posted up at bottoms up, that's the spot to buy a drank
And if I give you five bones, better bring my fucking change
40's to the brain with this deadly thang don't worry 'bout my ends
Mum focused on my gang, let it bang on me and my friends
Get together rain or shine, in any other weather we gonna kick it
Pulling on these bitches on the late night start to hit
Just bein' a man, but I'm still up in it doing my thang
I'll never quit and that's my word, in this game I remain
I remember back in the days (back in the days)
When me and the homies used to kick it and parlay (all night long)
Smokin' was the thing to do (was the thing to do)
Me and the homeboys acted like some fools (like some fools)
I'll take a hit and hold it in, then I sit and reminisce
About the shit that I've done been in, I haven't been in San quin
But don't mean I haven't been in prison from these cops that be trippin'
To these hoes that I be stickin', to that liquor that I be sippin'
Got me makin' decisions I can't regret
But yet all these penitentiary chances got me drippin' in sweat
Makin' bets with my life that if I die tonight
I'll come back and do it twice north-side life ain't nothing nice
Surprised that I made it this far, I've been taught from my lip
Comin' fully equipped with full clip and no fingerprints
And it's a trip (it's a trip) that all my homies are gone
I can't do shit (can't do shit) but take back hits of the bong
It's been a long time that my boy Snoop been walking on that main line
Since I chilled I wrote my last rhyme
"Ay yo Tone won't you pass me that bud
Cause there's moments like this I feel like getting real fucked up"
I remember back in the days (back in the days)
When me and the homies used to kick it and parlay (all night long)
Smokin' was the thing to do (was the thing to do)
Me and the homeboys acted like some fools (Like some fools)
(Back in the days)