Текст (слова) песни: Paris - Back In The Days

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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