Damon Elliott - Way Back lyrics

Intro: Oh, yeah If I could go back, way back, way back Eazy, Eazy (said Eazy), 2Pac, 2Pac And Biggie, Biggie and Big Pun Rest in peace, rest in peace If I could go back, way back I'd swoop that n***a E up in my Caddillac And we could hit a corner, get a fat a** sack I'm checkin' for the ladies, where ya at? [Flesh] Remember that cool a** n***a True thugs, my n***a, that G that put me on Thinkin about it, it shouldn't go wrong Why would a n***a Eazy-E, he gone Never really had a chance to say Thank you for givin Mo Thug mo love And now that you laugh and sing on up above You gotta be laughin n***as we set it off multi platinum Stackin my chips, I'm droppin these hits down every hour And I been smokin these weed trees with them sticky leaves Blaze to the mighty power Uh, six deep in the Benz-O 6-double-O thug stroll to the studio Little Lay, Kray, Biz, Wish Flesh here to rhyme so cold Rap flow never heard befo' Hook: As we ride, as we roll, roll Reminiscin' ‘bout the games we played Those were the days, those were the days Never let ‘em slip away If I could go back, way back I'd swoop that n***a E up in my Caddillac And we could hit a corner, get a fat a** sack I'm checkin' for ya ladies, where ya at? If I could go back, way back I'd swoop that n***a E up in my Caddillac And we could hit a corner, get a fat a** sack Yes, I'm checkin' for the ladies, where ya at? Eazy, Eazy (said Eazy), 2Pac, 2Pac (and 2Pac) And Biggie, Biggie (and Biggie) (and Big Pun Rest in peace, rest in peace [Layzie] If I can go back, I'd be me and Stack, hittin' ‘99 Thuggin' it in drawely When all of this rappin' was really a hobby Rollin' in a Malibu, mobbin' with Wally To this day, feelin' like yesterday When it was Bizzy, Flesh, (Wish), lil' Lay, and Kray We took a one-way ticket to L.A. Creepin' on a come up We had to meet Eazy, better believe me (Eazy, Eazy, 2Pac, 2Pac) Them was the good times Droppin' them good rhymes, yes indeed And you know we put it down for the love of the cheese For the love of the game, and the real O.G.s For the love of my C's I'ma let it be known; Hip hop thugsta Clique tight with the bones And a war been on since the first song ‘Member them Northcoast thugstas splittin' your dome Hit ‘em home with "Tha Crossroads" Dedicated to the lost souls (we reach ya) Bennifit ya, forever we miss ya Better believe that we'll never forget ya Take a picture and capture the moment On a quest for the best, it's victory Nevertheless, we stress this history Is you feelin' me, is you hearin' me? Hook [Flesh] I'm sendin my chrome upside your dome, hater Disrespect my home, n***a, let's get it on Fifth Dog flipped out, and it's on Oh no, y'all testin' the Flesh-N-Bone, you wrong Too many true soldiers set up for murder, stuffed, unsolved And it makes me wonder who's really involved In k**in our prophets Crossin em off the list, b**hes So we still on the rise, it ain't no surprise Beat us, so violent, rowdy Mo Thug riders Eazy said it, real n***as don't die And if I could go back just one more hour Swoop a n***a E in my Lex, swerve, hit a couple corners Get a fat sack, smoke out with some pretty hoes Where y'all at? Hook This is for my homies...