Bacc in da Dayz

Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
 Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
 Back in the days on
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 Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
 Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
 Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
 Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
 Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
 Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
 Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
 We used to kick routines and the presence was fitting
 I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
 Party don't rock like it used to rock
 Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock
 I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks
 I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
 Party don't rock like it used to rock
 Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock
 I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks
 Standin' amazing, hit you in the brain
 Get with Snoop Dogg, he can put you in the game
 Put you on the stage, maybe even front page
 Get a little fortune, have a little fame
 Kill 'em with class, toast to the boogie while you fill up your glass
 So quick, so fast
 No razzmatazz, I'm just an eastside nigga
 With my gangster ass, twenties
 I used to pinch pennies
 Only Gs, I don't fuck with no willing
 My clique is sick, it expandin'
 To outlaws, riders and bandits
 What you gon' do
 When we coming to a hood near you?
 You know
 I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
 Party don't rock like it used to rock
 Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock
 I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks
 I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
 Party don't rock like it used to rock
 Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock
 I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks
 What's beef? 'Cause beef is in the kitchen
 What you want dog? I'm on a million-dollar mission
 How can you get it if you ain't been through shit?
 I'm just a seed that was planted by Ruthless
 My family tree is so G, we was cut from the cloth called LBC
 Crybaby, used to C-Walk at the park
 Pitbulls on a leash that would never bark
 Real love, real dubs, real same yes
 Trip Locc, kin folk, and Wayniac
 Peace to the deceased that passed away
 "Duces 'n Trayz: The Old Fashioned Way"
 What you gon' do
 When we pull up in a hood near you?
 You know
 I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
 Party don't rock like it used to rock
 Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock
 I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks
 I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
 Party don't rock like it used to rock
 Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock
 I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks
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 Yeah, certified official gangsta shit
 Unfiltered, like a pack of humps, nigga
 Detrimental to all and any that disrespect or deviate from the G calls
 It's either hog status or buster status
 It ain't no in betweens
 You can't wake up and put this on, nigga
 Every breath you breathe gotta be committed to this shit
 Clappin' niggas, tappin' switches, mackin' bitches
 Mansion business and stackin riches
 It's all a part of that lifestyle we created back in the days for the world to follow
 Gs up, forever
 The boss dogg an' Tha General, front line and on the east side