
90s ft. Rydah & The Real Jon Doe Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
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