lirik lagu mc ren - old times
[intro: mc ren talking]
oooh baby, yeah
ooooh baby, it’s goin’ down
oooooh baby, puff your blunts
f-ck your b-tch, drink your drank, i’m ready
oooooh baby, oooooh baby, oooooh baby
[verse 1: mc ren]
we was some young n-gg-z seen the ballers do it
i said f-ck that, it’s time for ‘ren to do it
so me and my n-gg- chip dirty
stayed out for everynight till like two: thirty
servin clocks, mothaf-ckin’ young n-gg-s
roll in them trucks with laces
b-tches with the fine–ss-faces
i said i gotta be down, a teenage black mothaf-cker from the compton
got thirty bucks and i double it up
see them cluckheads i’m yellin’ what the f-ck up
we got planty chips, get his b-tch a f-ckin’ twenty
we’re gettin’ rich better tell this b-tch
we f-cked the police
pioneers hustling, pay bang crease
peace to my n-gg- train, rest in peace
you n-gg- outdoin’ it big, wish you was here
puffin’ on this blunt n-gg- sippin’ some beer
still compton n-gg-, you was my dogg we went to school together
then we two and forever
this little young n-gg-z don’t know, this sh-t is personal
loosin’ n-gg- that you know, you about to go through it
this sh-t i have you gone, then pray to your god
i have your -ss in the corner cursin’ your gat
keep your head up, homey just remember the villain
smoke weed, get your money n-gg-, f-ck and be chillin…
[chorus:]
old times, there was no better day
just keepin’ it real
old times, there was no better way
that’s just how i feel
[verse 2: bigg rocc]
you know how we do it
never gangsters around here
been bangin’ that compton sh-t for twenty years “uhh”
i had n-gg-z died, some with twenty five
some smoke dive in the hood tryin’ to survive
in the ghetto
but sh-t be hard for the overage “yeah”
n-gg-z gotta have a job and a sack to have it
take any chance, cause you only’ll get one
so you make what you can
you suppose to be a man and run sh-t
shut n-gg-z down when they turn b-tch, or turn snitch
bury mothaf-ckers quick, this is the life i live
the rider n-gg- chose
forgive for my sin in this world so cold
so step the f-ck back while i lay this fat track
i’m origin-al like that dj scratch
i blast the weak up off the bout “uhh”
bigg rocc, john doe, n-gg- like that, old times…
[chorus]
[verse 3: john doe]
lodi dodi, we like to party
we don’t cause trouble, we don’t bother n-body
it’s, just john doe up on the mic
and when we rock up on the mic too late it’s a gun fight
now you can call it ignite
but we continue, to find somethin’ else to get into
like some p-ssy, or infact “a b-m rush”
a b-m rush, but we call that rat pack
gangster gangster that’s what we yellin’
how we made it new compton no tellin’
sold crack out my house, yeah puffs was on it “uha”
rest in peace to my mamms, kept the n-gg- up on it
she know what i was doin, still had my back
she even lied on standin to keep a n-gg- in jack
you point a finger at me, you need to check yourself “uha”
we had nothin’ in the fridge, fool i had to live…
[chorus x3]
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