Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back In The Days, artist - Trick Daddy. Date of issue: 29.03.1999
Song language: English
Back In The Days |
| 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 |
| Niggas done twist up the fro |
| Let it lock and grow |
| Quick to go to gunplay bout that flow |
| Nigga you don’t know? |
| And I’m thinkin bout when |
| Round the time i was ten |
| And way before the pen |
| The worst thing i ever remember seeing |
| Was a boy get his whole head bashed in |
| But now they gettin blown off |
| Whole chest torn off |
| Whole block roped off |
| Two clips in his house for fuckin round |
| Runnin off at his damn mouth |
| Yep back in the days it wadn’t bout fame |
| And it wudn’t bout a name |
| Plus it wudn’t no thang |
| To kill a nigga and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang |
| But na shit done changed |
| And I know it seem strange |
| But I’m a maintain |
| So I’m a stack my flow and say «fuck you hoes» |
| Stay the fuck out the chain gang |
| Hook |
| Some hoes no shame |
| Other hoes play games |
| See they’ll fuck ya for the fame |
| And when the heat is on and they can’t hang |
| Theyll give them crackers yo name |
| Thell say it under oath |
| And swear to tell the truth |
| Run down what ya do |
| How ya clown wit ya crew |
| Along with that a list of shit like who fucked in who house |
| Tell a ho about ya spot |
| Where ya threw away the Glock |
| Bout every bitch that ya shot |
| Every key that ya caught |
| And every car that ya drop |
| The ninety-seven drop tops |
| And them Carolina trips |
| And then they grill you the flip |
| Time and date when ya dip |
| Every deal you done dealt |
| And every crib you done built |
| With no muthafuckin guilt |
| Back in tha days |
| It wudn’t none a this |
| Ya couldn’t pay a bitch to snitch |
| It just goes to show that |
| Fuck niggas and slimy hoes make the world flip the script |
| Hook |
| See back in the days |
| All pimps got paid |
| And all hoes got slayed |
| Alot a money got saved |
| And every playa had it made |
| In Dade |
| We was slayed before then |
| Boys was made before then |
| Way before them |
| Raisin poor men |
| With no choice |
| Way before them |
| But na shit done changed |
| I mean a nigga done came |
| Ya done took our name |
| We done peeped yall game |
| Ya ovalooked our pain |
| Man, and we ain’t tryin to be friends |
| Ya wudn’t tryin back then |
| Had a problem with my skin |
| Got together with ya clan |
| And send a young poor black man |
| Straight to the pen |
| Ya had beef with the blacks |
| But na the blacks got the gats |
| So if a cracker talk slick his ass gon get whacked |
| And you can bet that |
| See nigga |
| Back in the days |
| I was young and afraid |
| So dumb in a way |
| I was trapped in a maze |
| So hey |
| Hook |