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詞曲
John Holmes
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歌詞
Let me tell y'all **** a story way back, take em way back
Take em’ back when I was a young bul, you know, just playin' in the streets
With my cousins being a lil' badass, so classic, look at this shit
Way back when I rocked the backpack
Juice boxes, my lunch packed for school
Stayed to myself, had no time for fools, my type was…
I was that dude, nothin' to prove, and I ain't have time for the class clowns
Used to be the shit, but then really shit now
Bunch of bird brains just sittin' in the jail cell
Wishing that the momma or the pappy come and make bail
Way back…
Run streets with my cousin, hop to
the store, we'll be always buyin' somethin'
Playing manhunt, try to get with the older girls
15, 16, big booty with the curves
9 years old, and I had to scrap
**** playin' too much
they ass was trashed
Tried to take my whole lunch, they put it back
I was a young real hitta, way back,
way back, ****,
Way back, yeah, way back then, used to, run the streets to
come back in, yeah
Way back, way, way back then
Porch style, used to sit right there
Way back, yeah, way back then, use to, run the streets to come back in, now it's…
Way back, way, way back then
used to sit way back, way way back in…
Let me take these **** way back
Back in the day when **** started wearin' wave caps
Back in the day when **** wasn't really
tellin', nowadays all my **** really felons, all my **** jellin',
Shit really crazy when you out here in the mix
Shit really crazy when you out here sellin' nicks
Strap always on me, they ain't
ever catch me slip
Work in the pot, they ain't never saw me hit
Yeah, way back, way back then These **** talk behind my back, act like they my friends
Yeah, way back, way, way back then
**** smile in my face, then these **** pretend, yeah
Way back, yeah, way back then, used to, run the streets to
come back in, yeah
Way back, way, way back then
Porch style, used to sit right there
Way back, yeah, way back then, use to, run the streets to come back in, now it's…
Way back, way, way back then
used to sit way back, way way back in…
I used to sit there, way, way back then
Riding on the porch while we played pretend
While the girls down the street
We used to hit the corners up, and now we see the girls sittin' on the corners cuz
They doin' drugs now, they all pretendin' that life is so perfect, but fuck it, we think slugs now
People bein' bloods and crips, they throwin' fire
Thought we used to see fireworks
they gettin' higher, huh
But now I'm seein' you, and now you seein' me
I'm doin' music but you down to CMD, try to do some, wack, pathetic shit
That’s kinda crazy, cuz now
this subject predicates, we
We used to shit with them, now I don't even know why you even call
yourself
My little brother or my sister, this shit's kinda crazy
My little sister right here
in the studio, we ain't actin' lazy,
Feels good to do this music shit, now we got this shit that's
on the subject and the predicate
My subject is, the streets this is from back in the day
used to be so perfect
Predicate used to be somethin' that used to be in hearses
I guess the type of day that I see, A sunny time with a calm ass breeze, While my little sister is playin' at the park, but I…
Gotta run her in, right before dark
Way back!
Way back, yeah, way back then, used to, run the streets to
come back in, yeah
Way back, way, way back then
Porch style, used to sit right there
Way back, yeah, way back then, use to, run the streets to come back in, now it's…
Way back, way, way back then
used to sit way back, way way back in…
Written by: John Holmes
