That Was Then, This Is Now (Radio)

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O.F.T.B. & Snoop Dogg & Kurupt - Rap

That Was Then, This Is Now (Radio)

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[Intro: BUST STOP] Ah yeah, Watts up, O.F.T.B. done stepped up in here This is Low M.B. and this is Flipside And I'm Bust Stop We got Snoop Dogg and Kurupt from the Dogg Pound up in here And we sick and tired of all you fools always hollerin' about what you did in the past The past don't excite me That was then, and this is now So Low MB, check these fools [Verse 1: LOW M.B.] Forget the past, gotta get my cash Even if it means I'ma have to blast Look into the future, hate to have to shoot ya Run upon you fast, steeltoe boot ya Straight to the face, murder was the case If I ever catch a fool gettin' outta place It's '97 and I ain't lettin' nothin' stop I'ma ride on anyone of you bustas tryna glide With the success of the Operation Getto Records takin' over the whole nation A.K.A. Death Row, check the flow (Cutthroat gangstas, criminals!) Boo! And we some cold blooded gangstas But we ain't never got caught 'cause we don't hesitate to bank ya So if you ever wanna question our ability You better bring plenty of artillery 'Cause we got Hillary in the gut, don't stand by For you to hate on the Bottom is just suicide [Chorus: O.F.T.B.] If only I knew then what I know now I wouldn't have wasted my time just sittin' around But that was then, and this is now That was then, and this is now [Verse 2: BUST STOP] I can't dwell on the past, I got rhymes to write I'm tired of watchin' all these fools gettin' paid off the mic When I'm knowin' to myself all these suckas ain't real Step to the Bottom watch caps get peeled Forget what you done back in '86 Now I'm shakin' all the fake suckas, snitches and tricks My days of sittin' in the spot sellin' rocks is over Don't playa hate the Bottom when we tryna get over I gives a damn about your cash, your homies, your clout Ain't no fakin' on the rap, that ain't what we about I gots to keep it real, this the Bottom for life When you think of O.F.T.B., think of sacrifice Now the Cold War's over and the comment'll say Bust Stop, Low and Flip got cash and checks I swear to God I was blessed, huh, comin' from Watts My bank was ?? but now I got nuts [Verse 3: KURUPT] Y'all braggin', flossin' the rag and flaggin' Dusted, pokin', disgusted Life's a trip, and it's all about heat clips and chips A menace like Heathcliff, we clips on each hip Come equipped, you always got some sh— to spit About what you got or about to get I got this, I got that, I shot this, I shot that I got shot at, duck, hit the cut and shot back I got a lick to go and hit in a couple of days Always revealin' your ways of gettin' paid Participatin' and twistin' (come on) Spittin' 'bout all the licks you done hit, that don't mean sh— … It's all about now I got the heat in hand, I'm 'bout to blast [Chorus: O.F.T.B.] x2 If only I knew then what I know now I wouldn't have wasted my time just sittin' around But that was then, and this is now That was then, and this is now [Verse 4: FLIPSIDE] You can see me comin' from a mile away So brace the gate from the gangsta named DK Forever on the edge, face is narrow Dressed like a sparrow with a sawed off double barrel See what you done was so terrible That when I finish dumpin' it's gonna take a miracle This here is for the mob, the Hunters on the job When the haters in the house they gettin' robbed, yeah Leavin' 'em where … (ba-boom) style Watts in the house, oh my god, banger [Verse 5: SNOOP DOGG] From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom I'm gone get with 'em while I still got 'em I'll rock this ?? 'til it turn to a boulder My game gettin' colder and colder Man, you better realize, and keep your eyes on the prize Only the strong survive, on my side Game to the youngstas, peep game Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound is the gang I'ma twist it, so listen Death Row, O.F.T.B., DPG On a mission, to the t-o-p From the bottom, baby B, can't you see, ?? 'Cause that's the ?? you gots to peep the styles I wish I knew then what I know now But I don't ?? so I can't fake the funk (fake the funk, fake the funk) Wack rappers on the mic, shall I kill 'em? Damn right, if you claim the wrong set you better tell 'em

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Credits

Writers
  • Flipside (O.F.T.B.)
  • Snoop Dogg
  • Kurupt
  • Bust Stop
  • Low M.B.