Back in the Days

Back in the day 1986

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...