Back in the day 1986
Me and Mad Mike puttin` records in the mix
Doin` party after party, high schools and jam
Back before the glock was king and brothas spoke like men
Makin` demo after demo tryin` to come up quick
It`s funny how niggas treat you when you ain`t got shit
But now I kept on cause pops told me
Never to let anybody in the way where I try to get
It was me and D.R. freakin` with the funk
Jerry in the jail, I had a system in the trunk
And it was on, Friday night the party`s jumpin`
Summertime hits had the speakers straight bumpin`
And believe me even though we had no loot
Everybody knew that we was finst` to come up soon
I still remember them days
They was crazy but now they gone
It aint nothin` like it used to be before
Back in the days...
1990 fresh out of college
Public and the media settin` niggas up with knowledge
And I love it cause without them there would be no me
Took a trip down to Oakland
Heard the minister speak, felt deep
And shortly I was in
On while forever down for my people `til the day that I die
That`s when Devil Made Me Do It, it was made
I still remember the days, still remember the rage
And I was into everyday building, trying to be much more
Took a trip down to Cuba, met Assata Shakur
Had dinner with Fidel, talked about old times
And now America`s steady tryin` to destroy minds
And when I got back it seemed much clearer to me
And when my cousin went to war he was only 19
I still remember them days
They was crazy but now they gone
It aint nothin` like it used to be before
Back in the days...
1992 when I`m sour inside
Cause a couple homies passed away before their time
And even though I`m movin` unity
Schoolin` better than most and it aint the same
Cause I still feel pain and I`m tryin` to coup
And everyday`s gettin` clearer to me
Cause if it aint guns and drugs, it`s the pigs and HIV
And now I`m lookin` for a way to try to fight it back
But you see it`s votin` time and now you wanna ban rap
Thought I was fucked playin` by your rules
Sleeping With the Enemy was album number two
Let`s take a look around
And see which one of you all
Gotta balls to put me out
Here`s a middle finger off for all you
Tripped for a minute but before too long
A young brotha said: Fuck it! and a label was born
I still remember them days
They was crazy but now they gone
It aint nothin` like it used to be but yo
Now it`s 94 and I`m servin` album number three
How many fake wanna-be Gees do I see?
Now we`re back to days of the nigga and the bitch
No deposit, no return, it`s a trip, I check my grip
And realize that it`s all in your mind
Mothafuck you and that fake gangsta shit
I stays righterous and serv`em with the dope
Should a truth get a clue?
Monkey see, monkey do
Back in the days...
