Throw Back Muzic ’86 lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Kurupt Young Gotti, Rider Redemption. Hey Mark, let's take them back in the days, to the real G sh*t, let's make it back!

[Chorus]
'86 golf pads, cocoa sacks, single sacks, nickel sacks, rumble packs, switching back, gunshot!
Throw back music, that throw back music!
Gangster roll [?], R eight sevens, two elevens, one eight sevens, five point o mustang
Throw back music, that throw back music!

[Verse 1]
Yeah, back in the day, you can remember
Young dumb and full of c*m
Horseman, full shades, John Mere [?] bong
Used to live life with no fear
Fresh faced n*ggers getting thrown off the fence
[?] trucks motherf*cker! Ever get jacked with a truck, motherf*cker?
Crenshaw, Sunday nights was on deck
[?] the homies had curls and combs
The homies used to meet up on Mount Vern
D's [?] push that Y
Riders die, homicide
Triple and double, with the hood to get under
It was all about fellas, banging with straight
And then came K's, and then spray paints
And when K spread, everything stopped!
This was after the 9, and before the Glock
Girls had [?] braids so, so thick
You know we used to flip
Suzuki side kicks
Crack hit the hood, watch us work this game
S curls, K Swiss, Turkish chains
You had to pick a side to ride, rider
Dark blue khakis, black, green or flamed
Purple or dark brown, I tell you the reals!
[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
n*gga, Washington High losing to Hawthorne High!
[?], then they go and get high!
I got the alchool, remember 8-ball?
Every time you drink it, you break a n*gga's jaw!
[?] Co-ed Gym, what's the words?
I used to sneak some of the big homie's Thunderbirds!
The Latino homies, they own Budweiser
[?] swap-meet, with the[?]
Mad Dog turning 20 into 22's
Lost in the hood
But it was all good!
Hit off [?]!
Everything's game, insane in the brain
[?] with the grape Kool-aid!
The big homies stayed, showing us things
Turned 16, started drinking Nitrene
Never gave a f*ck, I had to do my own thing
Lost in the hood, couldn't move like I'm crippled
Before that I sipped some of grandma's Ripple!
Summertime, '86 mania
They let the vampires out of Transylvania!
Everybody banged out, everybody's hard
It's all about pushing lines, and pulling n*ggers's cars!
But one thing I just can't get used to
Is busters, let me show you what we used to do!
[Chorus][x2]


[Outro]
Come get high with me! Yeah, Kurupt, the one and only Kurupt Young Gotti, Neil Paul, Vitti, Stallone, The Juggernaut , Mad Deal, Hannibal the 8th, Troy Hood, n*gga!
We're going to show you how we do it, this is the West Coast, back in the days, this is how we used to roll, n*gga!
Yeah, deadliest turpentine! Swallow that, you sucker ass n*ggers! We're going to keep it real hood!
Death row Records! Yeah, you know what I've got n*gga! Gestapo! Pentagon!
Riders, we're doing this!