Back In The Days Lyrics

Song	Back In The Days
Artist	Trick Daddy
Album	www.thug.com
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	作词 : Trick Daddy
	作曲 : Trick Daddy
	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 ****in 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 "**** you hoes"
	Stay the **** out the chain gang
	Hook
	Some hoes no shame
	Other hoes play games
	See they'll **** 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 ****ed 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 mutha****in 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
	**** 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

	zuo ci : Trick Daddy
	zuo qu : Trick Daddy
	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 in 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 " you hoes"
	Stay the out the chain gang
	Hook
	Some hoes no shame
	Other hoes play games
	See they' ll 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 ed 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 ninetyseven 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 mutha in 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
	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

	zuò cí : Trick Daddy
	zuò qǔ : Trick Daddy
	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 in 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 " you hoes"
	Stay the out the chain gang
	Hook
	Some hoes no shame
	Other hoes play games
	See they' ll 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 ed 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 ninetyseven 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 mutha in 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
	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

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