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Paris - Back In The Days - текст песни, видео

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Paris - Back In The Days - текст песни, видео

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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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