Back In The Day

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, haha That nigga Half Dead in this motherfucker Know what I'm sayin'? For the 1990-C-I-X, biatch! Yeah, haha, way back in the day [Verse 1: Lil' 1/2 Dead] Way back in the days what I was told Nigga everything shinin' and just ain't gold But every thing I touched is just the gangsta shit That's why I keep comin' up with these cavvy hits And H-D Dogg will always stay a G Comin' from the Eastside of the L-B-C Always watch my back and I handles my biz And all you sucker ass niggas know what time it is You better watch ya back and you better not trip Because I always got my strap wit' my extra clip And H-D Dogg has always been a mack And every single day, you know I smoke a fat ass sack I like smokin' weed and a gang of beer And I been doin' this gangsta shit for a gang of years And I can break it down in a gang of ways But I learn this gangsta shit way back in the day [Chorus: Lil' 1/2 Dead, Tha Chill, Dr. Dre] Way back in the day Buckin' fool's down, makin' the other side run and hide Way back in the day Remember they used to bump? But now they blast, right? Way back in the day Buckin' fool's down, makin' the other side run and hide Way back in the day (Hangin' on my block, you had to be a hustler) [Verse 2: Lil' 1/2 Dead] Way back in my hood in '83 That's when this gangsta shit had first came to me It was planted in my head and it never left That's why you niggas know just where my weapon is kept Up under my shirt and I put's in work And I really gives a mad fuck about gettin' hurt You better watch your back when I'm on yo' block And you best hit the deck when I bust my Glock 'Cause if you get hit, bitch, it ain't my fault When you lyin' in the street outlined in chalk And all I can say is that's what you get For fuckin' with them niggas comin' from the gangsta clique And even though nigga when you're dead and gone I'll be still doin' the shit like all night long And even though say that crime don't pay I learn that shit here, nigga - way back in the day [Chorus: Lil' 1/2 Dead, Tha Chill, Dr. Dre] Way back in the day Buckin' fool's down, makin' the other side run and hide Way back in the day (Hangin' on my block, you had to be a hustler) Way back in the day Buckin' fool's down, makin' the other side run and hide Way back in the day Remember they used to bump? But now they blast, right? [Verse 2: Lil' 1/2 Dead] Now this just a taste, just to let you know That I be like coming with that gangsta flow And if you don't hear me, nigga open your ears Because I done ran through life and didn't have no fears Or regrets, or sorrows, or maybe even madness We was just coming up some crazy little bastards Havin' fun in the city Doin' robberies, ringin' bells, and touchin' bitches titties But stealing bikes was the best one And you probably get fifty if you came wit' a fresh one From the big homie, from down the block He keeps a gang of money 'cause he slangs them rocks But I ain't knocking that man from gettin' paid He straight livin' lavish and he has it made And everyday, he chills in the shade And he been doin' that shit there since back in the days, haha [Chorus: Lil' 1/2 Dead, Tha Chill, Dr. Dre] Way back in the day Buckin' fool's down, makin' the other side run and hide Way back in the day Remember they used to bump? But now they blast, right? Way back in the day Buckin' fool's down, makin' the other side run and hide Way back in the day (Hangin' on my block, you had to be a hustler) Way back in the day Buckin' fool's down, makin' the other side run and hide Way back in the day Remember they used to bump? But now they blast, right? Way back in the day Buckin' fool's down, makin' the other side run and hide Way back in the day (Hangin' on my block, you had to be a hustler)