Bigg Rocc - Old Times lyrics

[Intro: MC Ren Talking] Oooh baby, yeah Ooooh baby, it's goin' down Oooooh baby, puff your blunts f** your b**h, drink your drank, I'm ready Oooooh baby, oooooh baby, oooooh baby [Verse 1: MC Ren] We was some young n***as seen the ballers do it I said f** that, it's time for 'Ren to do it So me and my n***a Chip Dirty Stayed out for everynight till like two: thirty Servin clocks, mothaf**in' young n***as Roll in them trucks with laces b**hes with the fine-Ass-Faces I said I gotta be down, a teenage black mothaf**er from the Compton Got thirty bucks and I double it up See them cluckheads I'm yellin' what the f** up We got planty chips, get his b**h a f**in' twenty We're gettin' rich better tell this b**h We f**ed the police Pioneers hustling, pay bang crease Peace to my n***a Train, Rest In Peace You n***a outdoin' it big, wish you was here Puffin' on this blunt n***a sippin' some Beer Still Compton n***a, you was my dogg we went to school together Then we two and forever This little young n***as don't know, this sh** is personal Loosin' n***a that you know, you about to go through it This sh** I have you gone, then pray to your God I have your a** in the corner cursin' your Gat Keep your head up, homey just remember the Villain Smoke weed, get your money n***a, f** and be chillin... [Chorus] Old times, there was no better day Just keepin' it real Old times, there was no better way That's just how I feel [Verse 2: Bigg Rocc] You know how we do it Never gangsters around here Been bangin' that Compton sh** for twenty years "uhh" I had n***as died, some with twenty five Some smoke dive in the hood tryin' to survive In the ghetto But sh** be hard for the overage "yeah" n***as gotta have a job and a sack to have it Take any chance, cause you only'll get one So you make what you can You suppose to be a man and run sh** Shut n***as down when they turn b**h, or turn snitch Bury mothaf**ers quick, this is the life I live The rider n***a chose Forgive for my sin in this world so cold So step the f** back while I lay this fat track I'm origin-al like that DJ Scratch I blast the weak up off the Bout "Uhh" Bigg Rocc, John Doe, n***a like that, Old Times........ [Chorus] [Verse 3: John Doe] Lodi dodi, we like to party We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody It's, just John Doe up on the Mic And when we rock up on the Mic too late it's a gun fight Now you can call it ignite But we continue, to find somethin' else to get into Like some p**y, or infact "a bum rush" A bum rush, but we call that rat pack Gangster Gangster that's what we yellin' How we made it new Compton no tellin' Sold crack out my house, yeah puffs was on it "uha" Rest In Peace to my mamms, kept the n***a up on it She know what I was doin, still had my back She even lied on standin to keep a n***a in jack You point a finger at me, you need to check yourself "uha" We had nothin' in the fridge, fool I had to live......... [Chorus] - 3X