Текст песни Throw Back Muzic '86 - Kurupt

Throw Back Muzic '86

Hey Mark, let’s take them back in the days, to the real G shit\n(back in the days)\nLet’s make it back!\n(back in the days)\n'86 golf pads, cocoa sacks, single sacks, nickel sacks, rumble packs,\nswitching back, gunshot!\nThrow back music, that throw back music! (back in the days)\nGangster roll R eight sevens, two elevens, one eight sevens, five point o\nmustang\nThrow back music, that throw back music! (back in the days)\nYeah, back in the day, you can remember\nYoung dumb and full of cum\nHorseman, full shades, John Mere bong\nUsed to live life with no fear\nFresh faced niggas getting thrown off the fence\ntrucks motherfucker! Ever get jacked with a truck, motherfucker?\nCrenshaw, Sunday nights was on deck\nthe homies had curls and combs\nThe homies used to meet up on Mount Vern\nD’s push that Y\nRiders die, homicide\nTriple and double, with the hood to get under\nIt was all about fellas, banging with straight\nAnd then came K’s, and then spray paints\nAnd when K spread, everything stopped!\nThis was after the 9, and before the Glock\nGirls had braids so, so thick\nYou know we used to flip\nSuzuki side kicks\nCrack hit the hood, watch us work this game\nS curls, K Swiss, Turkish chains\nYou had to pick a side to ride, rider\nDark blue khakis, black, green or flamed\nPurple or dark brown, I tell you the reals!\nNigga, Washington High losing to Hawthorne High!\nthen they go and get high!\nI got the alchool, remember 8-ball?\nEvery time you drink it, you break a niggaz jaw!\nCo-ed Gym, what’s the words?\nI used to sneak some of the big homie’s Thunderbirds!\nThe Latino homies, they own Budweiser\nswap-meet, with the\nMad Dog turning 20 into 22's\nLost in the hood\nBut it was all good!\nHit off\nEverything’s game, insane in the brain\nwith the grape Kool-aid!\nThe big homies stayed, showing us things\nTurned 16, started drinking Nitrene\nNever gave a fuck, I had to do my own thing\nLost in the hood, couldn’t move like I’m crippled\nBefore that I sipped some of grandma’s Ripple!\nSummertime, '86 mania\nThey let the vampires out of Transylvania!\nEverybody banged out, everybody’s hard\nIt’s all about pushing lines, and pulling niggaz cars!\nBut one thing I just can’t get used to\nIs busters, let me show you what we used to do!\nCome get high with me! Yeah, Kurupt, the one and only Kurupt Young Gotti\nNeil Paul, Vitti, Stallone, The Juggernaut, Mad Deal, Hannibal the 8th,\nTroy Hood, nigga!\nWe’re going to show you how we do it, this is the West Coast\nBack in the days, this is how we used to roll, nigga!\nYeah, deadliest turpentine! Swallow that, you sucker ass niggaz!\nWe’re going to keep it real hood!\nDeath row Records! Yeah, you know what I’ve got nigga! Gestapo! Pentagon!\nRiders, we’re doing this!