A.L.T. - Take You Back lyrics

Hook: Tony G "Take it back" ("Yeah...") "Take it back" ("Yeah...") "Take it back" ("Yeah...") "Take it back" ("Yeah...") --] Frank Stallone [A.L.T.] (Verse 1) I take you back in my past I used to live life fast And yo, it wasn't sh** to let the .38 blast I had it goin' on With the b**hes and hoes, too Yo, come to think about it, so did my whole crew We bumped the old school jams from the east coast We was the baddest Mexicans out of East Los Back in the days, many crews got hushed It seems Every night, me and my homies got Rushed But We never back down, even if we got beat down We came back next week to the same town And we was ready for 'em But they still figure That they could do us So Tiny pulled a steel trigger I had a .38 special, not a A.K As we sped away, Tony G. was on KDAY Mama told me, "Yo, Al, you better change your ways" And I'm a take you way back in the days And I'm a Repeat Hook (Verse 2) Back in '83, we hit the party like fifteen deep I kept the chrome in my jacket so nobody'll creep Rappin' on the instrumental side While Julio G. made the crossfade glide Yo I always had to carry me a half pint Sippin' it and stirrin' on the mic All night My homie Tiny O. has had my back And a trained pitbull that was trained to attack And then I Crack the 40 and it's on Yo Tilt the 40 and it's gone Then I might trip on a ex-freak And I always had a flyer for the party on the next week I seen my girl and I surprise her Holdin' up the wall with some loc's and a tall can of Budweiser Puffin' on a joint cause nobody smoke Crack And I'm a take ya to the days of Way back Repeat Hook Twice (Verse 3) Me and my primo, we was rollin' drop And we was dodgin' the cops, cause we was lookin' for the crew Spot Rollin' in a six-deuce I'm a target cause Mexicans never had a gang Truce Hit the spot, and it's dark My primo said, "Park!" Then we bailed out a '62 Skylog Yeah This vato rolled up "Where you from, holmes?" I dropped my 40 But Blanco said, "Stop, holmes" I took two steps back I could tell he was packed Plus the skinny motherf**er's on crack I turned And dashed nine blocks I heard nine shots Now my primo's in a pine box And if I go back and get him I know I can get him, squeeze the trigger on the nine I hit 'em And as I reminisce about my life It's no wonder I still got my life And I'm a take you back Repeat Hook Til Fade