Like They Used To

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bukshot] Fuck the industry you're wasting time to make a hit Raised on ghetto symphonies and brought up on that gangster shit My music history was my mouth full of wicked spit I spoke of misery, fuck the cops and kill a snitch Straight Out Of Compton on my Sony walkman I was plotting I needed money, grab the Jason mask let's get it popping Lost my parents early, in result I started robbing With no respect or fear of cops and in the county often A loose cannon with an ego, fuck my enemies And pulling choppers out on those who aren't a friend of me Loyal to the streets and never scared of where thеy're sending me Pay thе top lawyers in my city for demanding me Interstate traffic and my trunk is full of dope I got bricks of marijuana and some kilos of coke Packing pistol grip, pumps, assault rifles with scope Rocking big starter coats with black beanies and Locs [Chorus: Bukshot] In the south we coo-coo We gonna make you're crew loose Fuck what they say They don't make 'em like they used to Street music voodoo Run until your shoe's loose Fuck what they say They don't make 'em like they used to Crazy like a Zulu Go to war like Sun Tzu Fuck what they say They don't make 'em like they used to Fuck what they say They don't make 'em like they used to Fuck what they say They don't make 'em like they used to [Verse 2: Bukshot] I bet these rappers of today, a bunch of pussies and such Quiet on they Twitter feeds like they got no nuts Making soft-ass songs, I bet they lost they touch Low budget records saying quality just costs too much Gangster rap is in my blood, it's who I am it made me do it The knowledge that I speak, the only language that I'm fluent These rappers lost they vision and a sense of what they doing I'm eating now, in my skies a deadly storm is brewing These rappers have no loyalty Nothing's what it seems Flip a nickel in the air and watch how quick they switch up teams No water in the blood I swear it makes me wanna scream No spine up in they backs, a scoliosis dream They bite the hand that feeds 'em like he too brute Wanna beef with me, we can meet like to-day Suckers talking shit I look at them like who they I'll bust they fucking noggin leavin' knots like shoelace [Chorus: Bukshot] In the south we coo-coo We gonna make you're crew loose Fuck what they say They don't make 'em like they used to Street music voodoo Run until your shoe's loose Fuck what they say They don't make 'em like they used to Crazy like a Zulu Go to war like Sun Tzu Fuck what they say They don't make 'em like they used to Fuck what they say They don't make 'em like they used to Fuck what they say They don't make 'em like they used to [Verse 3: Bukshot] If hip-hop is dead I guess that I'm a fucking zombie Treat me like a virus bitch and back the fuck up off me The price and sacrifice I go through from this music's costly From here on out the ghost of Eazy-E will always haunt me Some artists think they slick to me but they not slick at all Just treat 'em like some pussy cause I can dick 'em all Plus I can swing harder than these bitches, make 'em fall Fuck yo rap career, what you gonna do when murder calls? My words are dipped in poison as they roll off my tongue Popping off like ammunition rookies load up your guns And like a swarm of hornets, watch these rappers get stung Inject 'em with my venom, send 'em back to the slums Don't hang with many rappers cause they scared of my clique I roll with gangsters, vampires, weirdos and shit The murderous mentality, my methods are sick They just don't make 'em like they made me now go choke on a dick [Chorus: Bukshot] In the south we coo-coo We gonna make you're crew loose Fuck what they say They don't make 'em like they used to Street music voodoo Run until your shoe's loose Fuck what they say They don't make 'em like they used to Crazy like a Zulu Go to war like Sun Tzu Fuck what they say They don't make 'em like they used to Fuck what they say They don't make 'em like they used to Fuck what they say They don't make 'em like they used to