Paris

Paris - Back In The Days lyrics

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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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