90s ft. Rydah & The Real Jon Doe Lyrics

This that Champion hoodie

Carhart jeans

Tim boot shit

Listening to Biggie Gimme the Loot shit

Standing on the corner with my crew

On some Juice shit

Old English brown bag

Deuce Deuce shit

G's rolled the Philly's when we used to cut school

Don't get it confused

Ya boy was still a good student

Neva let them peep my moves

Navy blue Wally shoes

Button down Hillfiger bumping Wu

Back when niggas even memorized the skits

I fucking I fucking

Yeah remember that shit

Torture

Niggas snapping baggy jeans rapping on the block

Cream crib

Rest in peace to his pops

I'd read the credits on tape inserts

See what they sampled

Who really wrote and put in work

Pen game had to be on point

Track board tape recorder

In the basement with unfinished floors

That grimy sound

New York fuck what you talking

Loved E and J cause of Mob so we poured it

Easy in the Sea bring

Southern State he floored it

Jamaica Ave

Copped some fangs and Air Forces

Golden Era was the ninety's

Had the best authors

Beg to differ

Then ya mind son you must've lost it

Transitioned from the streets to the corner office

Without bars you had nothing to offer

Let me take you back

I'm ma take it back

Let me take you back

I'm ma take it back

Back in the days

Back in the days

Back in the days

We going back in the days

I'm ma take it back

Let me take you back

I'm ma take it back

Man let me take it back

Back in the days

Back in the days

Back in the days

We going back in the days

If it wasn't J's

It was the Penny's if not the Griffeys

Maybe Bose, Pippens, or Foams

You know my history

Tommy jeans Tommy T

Best dressed nominee

Slow lap around the mall cause

That's where the mommies be

Swish through the chains that's game

Hit the cage with some change after

Playing cop a fifty cent soda

After school dunks with the dralics start to roll up

Back when it was real if you seen a ass swole up

East coast west coast I'm from the south

Had the best of both

Yes the goats all from my era

Now let's gets fresh and go

Three cars deep to the club you was in diapers

Had to take the cancer out the black and mild for you light it

Forties were banned in Broward county so you copped a quart

Sneaking girls inside my mama's house like

Why you locked the door

Don't come a knocking bout to cum fuck I lost it

Cause she stop sucking and came up for air just like dolphin

Polo the fuck down cause shots bust often

At the block party member house parties and slow jams

Slow dance trying cuff ass with both hands

Met Sam now I'm trying to cook on stove pans

Young dumb full of cum sprung with no plans

If I had a time machine I'd take you back

But since we don't you going have to see it in these raps

Back in the days

Back in the days

We going back in the days

I'm ma take it back

Yeah let me take you back

Back in the days

Back in the days

Back in the days

We going back in the days