Back In The Day Lyrics - Breakin' Combs - 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 want to go back 

Back in the days 

I want to go back in the days (4X) 

I want to go back (2X) 

Spring eighty-seven, down with the four man crew 

cool 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 want to go back 

I want to go back 

I want to 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 want to go back in the days (6X) 

I want to go back (4X)