's Back in the days, in the days back in the days Day, day, days, in the days, there was no AK's Back in the days, see back in the days, in the days In
Back in the days It wasn't no AIDS It wasn't no AK's More afros than braids Wasn't nuttin for a boy to get a straight fade But not no mo Niggaz done
Vertaling: Trick Daddy. Terug in die dae.
.G.'s album continued: OK after these messages we'll be back with the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this *applause* OK just sit back
in ya life, cause I'm a true dirt digger so go on hit the streets, break them lame tricks then bring it back to daddy that's how you can get this dick
automatic nines, them niggaz died Plus nobody in the hood cries, it's like they celebrate To death and wish they could die, so peep the lesson But wait a minute back
'm gone I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone With no label backin?, pride split into fractions I hit the ocean on piggy bustin? back at
? I don't know The fuck wrong with you bitch? When I met you I admit my first thoughts was to trick You look so good huh, I suck on your daddy's dick
your broad's calling me daddy While you pumpin' dollar bottles on the floor looking funny I'm going drop hits with Shaq kid and dirt getting money Sunny days
One: Mase Yo, yo Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do Got a lotta girls that'll love to replace you Tell it to your face boo, not behind your back
him with the (blur) and asked him "yo whats up with that?" He said "there aint no christmas kid" and I can't get him back Back in the days, Christmas
you still my nigga. [verse 1] Hold up, ay, I just sent another kite, to my people thats locked, they say he had another fight (again), They say he got 30 days
the hearse I aim it at ya hat when I burst If I don't get a Grammy I'm headed at the rat niggas first And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb Slap
