Mark Sparks - Throw Back Muzic '86 lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Kurupt Young Gotti, Rider Redemption. Hey Mark, let's take them back in the days, to the real G sh**, let's make it back! [Chorus] '86 golf pads, cocoa sacks, single sacks, nickel sacks, rumble packs, switching back, gunshot! Throw back music, that throw back music! Gangster roll [?], R eight sevens, two elevens, one eight sevens, five point o mustang Throw back music, that throw back music! [Verse 1] Yeah, back in the day, you can remember Young dumb and full of cum Horseman, full shades, John Mere [?] bong Used to live life with no fear Fresh faced n******gs getting thrown off the fence [?] trucks motherf**er! Ever get jacked with a truck, motherf**er? Crenshaw, Sunday nights was on deck [?] the homies had curls and combs The homies used to meet up on Mount Vern D's [?] push that Y Riders die, homicide Triple and double, with the hood to get under It was all about fellas, banging with straight And then came K's, and then spray paints And when K spread, everything stopped! This was after the 9, and before the Glock Girls had [?] braids so, so thick You know we used to flip Suzuki side kicks Crack hit the hood, watch us work this game S curls, K Swiss, Turkish chains You had to pick a side to ride, rider Dark blue khakis, black, green or flamed Purple or dark brown, I tell you the reals! [Chorus] [Verse 2] n***a, Washington High losing to Hawthorne High! [?], then they go and get high! I got the alchool, remember 8-ball? Every time you drink it, you break a n***a's jaw! [?] Co-ed Gym, what's the words? I used to sneak some of the big homie's Thunderbirds! The Latino homies, they own Budweiser [?] swap-meet, with the[?] Mad Dog turning 20 into 22's Lost in the hood But it was all good! Hit off [?]! Everything's game, insane in the brain [?] with the grape Kool-aid! The big homies stayed, showing us things Turned 16, started drinking Nitrene Never gave a f**, I had to do my own thing Lost in the hood, couldn't move like I'm crippled Before that I sipped some of grandma's Ripple! Summertime, '86 mania They let the vampires out of Transylvania! Everybody banged out, everybody's hard It's all about pushing lines, and pulling n******gs's cars! But one thing I just can't get used to Is busters, let me show you what we used to do! [Chorus][x2] [Outro] Come get high with me! Yeah, Kurupt, the one and only Kurupt Young Gotti, Neil Paul, Vitti, Stallone, The Juggernaut , Mad Deal, Hannibal the 8th, Troy Hood, n***a! We're going to show you how we do it, this is the West Coast, back in the days, this is how we used to roll, n***a! Yeah, deadliest turpentine! Swallow that, you s**er a** n******gs! We're going to keep it real hood! d**h row Records! Yeah, you know what I've got n***a! Gestapo! Pentagon! Riders, we're doing this!