Back in the Day (with DJ Rell) Songtext

von Lil Boosie

Back in the day (back in the day), when I was a little boy, (I was just a little boy)
The shit I saw I shouldn't have saw, the wrong that people taught me, my n-ggas in the coffin (so many n-ggas in the coffin),
Back in the day (back in the day), when I was a little boy, (I was just a little boy)
The shit I saw I shouldn't have saw, the wrong that people taught me, my n-ggas in the coffin (I done lost so many n-ggas to the street life)

Back in the day, I'm talkin jerry curls, gold teeth, gold slab, salt & paper, gold hair,
Talkin back in the days when they first hit with them J's, N-gga let ya have it behind a raider starter jacket,
Back in the day n-ggas was hustlas, N-ggas who had it broke it off cuz they could trust ya,
I remember back in the days when polo's was the shit, tootsie roll was the dance, and Whitney Houston was the best,
Back then man I see alot cousin cookin on the pot, uncle smokin crack off the can awww man
Back then didn't have much but it felt like it, momma had 3 jobs so we kept nikes
Everyday smellin like outside, stealin your cousins bag'a week in his cow hide,
And I saw my first body when D killed Black,
Then saw my first murder when Moe got whacked

Back in the day (back in the day), when I was a little boy (I was just a little boy),
The shit I saw I shouldn't have saw, the wrong that people taught me, my n-ggas in the coffin (so many n-ggas in the coffin),
Back in the day (back in the day), when I was a little boy (I was just a little boy),
The shit I saw I shouldn't have saw, the wrong that people taught me, my n-ggas in the coffin (I done lost so many n-ggas to the street life)

Back in the day n-ggas was silent, hard as hell,
Now they aint bailin out they tellin out scared'a jail,
Back then you and your fall parter would take a L,
Or go to hell before they tell once he in that cell,
Was smokin weed too young kinda hot headed,
I had a gun back then I woulda????????,
Whole family raised in the same section,
Crime, robbery, cocaine, poverty,
They lied to me in school told me don't sell dope to make it,
My president was hustlin what you know bouta Ronald Reagan?
Never thought my n-ggas would leave so early ya heard me?
Beef wit a n-gga Monday gone Thursday ya heard me?
Learned how to gamble early, learned had to steal too, Cuz they drilled it in my mind "Don't let a n-gga kill you"
Thinkin back drinkin yak me and my n-gga head bussa,
On a corner all night wit Ed Lover tryna hustle mayne