Lyrics Back in the Day - Dred Scott
Yeah
ahh
yeah
Back
in
the
days
(3x)
Back
in
the
days
(2x)
Back
in
the
days
of
eighty
three
Breakdancin
at
the
crib
with
my
man
dupri
When
the
saturday
nights
was
live
in
the
west
When
honies
were
fly
the
flavor
was
good
but
On
the
burnt
side
was
where
it
took
place
On
the
cheap
sound
system
without
no
bass
Coolin
with
my
man
dayday
the
dj
machete
I
want
a
record
deal
but
i
knew
i
wasn't
ready
But
back
then
i
still
had
more
fun
I
even
rode
around
my
guy
the
rookie
named
michael
jordan
Long
before
tag
team
and
95
south
Real
planet
rock
shit
used
to
funk
the
house
But
the
schoolyard
crips
and
ppd's
were
too
rowdy
Some
of
them
started
rollin
to
the?
dotua?
parties
My
dance
group
called
the
frat
boys
was
winnin
The
parties
was
live
cause
general
lee
was
spinnin
When
the
summer
came
i
was
off
to
the
ridge
With
my
pen
and
my
pad,
i
met
new
kids
Marty
mar,
a.k.a.
the
big
mo
Big
ben,
af
rock,
yo
we
stole
the
show
Makin
tapes
all
the
time,
it's
like
i
couldn't
quit
But
when
i
listen
to
em
now
i'll
admit
That
it
wasn't
alla
that
in
fact
we
was
wack
But
every
now
and
then,
huh,
i
wanna
go
back
Back
in
the
days
I
wanna
go
back
in
the
days
(4x)
I
wanna
go
back
(2x)
Spring
eighty-seven,
down
with
the
four
man
crew
Kool
kat,
disco,
and
my
man
steve
blue
No
record
deal,
but
i
was
still
rhymin
Big
mo
hooked
me
with
a
kid
named
diamond
d
Not
the
one
from
the
east
he
went
to
school
in
arizona
Said
he
liked
the
way
i
rocked
the
microphone-a
We
knew
our,
producer,
but
he
was
a
flake
That
lived
in
the
projects,
said
we
had
to
wait
Sittin
in
the
car
for
hours
at
a
time,
buckin
bullets
down
But
that's
how
bad
i
wanted
to
rhyme
Back
when
the
hip-hop
shit
always
had
the
airplay
The
best
station
in
nation
which
was
kday
I
got
serious
about
my
flow
Hooked
up
with
a
brother
that
they
call
domino
And
diamond
quit
and
left
the
twelve,
over
at
my
crib
I
hooked
it
up
to
my
cassette
player,
tell
you
what
i
did
I
would
pause
mix
breaks,
whatever
it
would
take
I
only
had
three
records
couldn't
dig
in
any
crates
And
there
was
times
when
i
wanted
to
stop
flowin
but
my
Best
friend
and
lover
ajay,
yo,
she
said
to
keep
goin
When
all
we
had
to
eat
was
cup
of
noodles
in
the
six
pack
Cause
i
went
and
spent
all
my
ducats
on
the
six
track
On
the
real,
no
food
in
the
fridge
But
when
i
won
the
rap
contest
at
northridge
Everybody
flipped,
yo
we
didn't
know
how
to
act
Daaam,
i
wanna
go
back
I
wanna
go
back
I
wanna
go
back
in
the
days
(6x)
Bill
duke,
a
well
known
deep
brother
Hooked
me
with
the
soundtrack
on
deep
cover
That's
how
i
met
belial,
from
the
bronx
He
had
more
beats
that
house
niggaz
got
conks
Showed
me
all
kind
of
beat
makin
tricks
Just
like
machete
showed
me
how
to
pause
mix
And
i
was
married
to
the
shit
like
a
husband
to
a
wife
But
when
i
tried
to
rhyme
up
at
the
good
life
Yo
i
got
dissed
i
couldn't
buy
no
respect
But
in
two
years
i
came
back
to
catch
wreck
On
the
set
and
jet,
cause
that's
how
it
had
to
be
And
my
man
tragedy
became
amazed
at
me
So
he
put
me
inside,
the
cadillac
The
chaffeur
drove
off,
and
now
i
can't
go
back
Hahaha,
back
in
the
days
I
wanna
go
back
in
the
days
(6x)
I
wanna
go
back
(4x)
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