Bacc In da Dayz lyrics

by

Charlie Wilson


[Intro]
Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
We used to kick routines and the presence was fitting

[Chorus]
I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
Party don't rock like it used to rock
Back door, n*gga, I refuse to knock
I beat a n*gga up out his shoes and socks
I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
Party don't rock like it used to rock
Back door, n*gga, I refuse to knock
I beat a n*gga up out his shoes and socks

[Verse 1]
Standin' amazing, hit you in the brain
Get with Snoop Dogg, he can put you in the game
Put you on the stage, maybe even front page
Get a little fortune, have a little fame
Kill 'em with class, toast to the boogie while you fill up your glass
So quick, so fast
No razzmatazz, I'm just an eastside n*gga
With my gangster ass, twenties
I used to pinch pennies
Only Gs, I don't f*ck with no weenies
My clique is sick, it expandin'
To outlaws, riders and bandits
What you gon' do
When we coming to a hood near you?
You know
[Chorus]
I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
Party don't rock like it used to rock
Back door, n*gga, I refuse to knock
I beat a n*gga up out his shoes and socks
I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
Party don't rock like it used to rock
Back door, n*gga, I refuse to knock
I beat a n*gga up out his shoes and socks

[Verse 2]
What's beef? 'Cause beef is in the kitchen
What you want dog? I'm on a million-dollar mission
How can you get it if you ain't been through sh*t?
I'm just a seed that was planted by Ruthless
My family tree is so G, we was cut from the cloth called LBC
Crybaby, used to C-Walk at the park
Pitbulls on a leash that would never bark
Real love, real dubs, real 'saniacs
Trip Locc, kinfolk, and Wayniac
Peace to the deceased that passed away
"Duces 'n Trayz: The Old Fashioned Way"
What you gon' do
When we pull up in a hood near you?
You know
[Chorus]
I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
Party don't rock like it used to rock
Back door, n*gga, I refuse to knock
I beat a n*gga up out his shoes and socks
I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
Party don't rock like it used to rock
Back door, n*gga, I refuse to knock
I beat a n*gga up out his shoes and socks

[Outro]
Yeah, certified official gangsta sh*t
Unfiltered, like a pack of humps, n*gga
Detrimental to all and any that disrespect or deviate from the G calls
It's either hog status or buster status
It ain't no in betweens
You can't wake up and put this on, n*gga
Every breath you breathe gotta be committed to this sh*t
Clappin' n*ggas, tappin' switches, mackin' b*tches
Mansion business and stackin riches
It's all a part of that lifestyle we created back in the days for the world to follow
Gs up, forever
The boss dogg an' Tha General, front line and on the east side
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