Old Times lyrics

(featuring Bigg Rocc & John Doe)

[Intro: MC Ren Talking]
oooh baby, yeah
ooooh baby, it`s goin` down
oooooh baby, puff your blunts
fuck your bitch, drink your drank, I`m ready
oooooh baby, oooooh baby, oooooh baby

[Verse 1: MC Ren]
we was some young niggaz seen the ballers do it
I said fuck that, it`s time for `Ren to do it
so me and my nigga Chip Dirty
stayed out for everynight till like two: thirty
servin clocks, mothafuckin` young niggas
roll in them trucks with laces
bitches with the fine-Ass-Faces
I said I gotta be down, a teenage black mothafucker from the Compton
got thirty bucks and I double it up
see them cluckheads I`m yellin` what the fuck up
we got planty chips, get his bitch a fuckin` twenty
we`re gettin` rich better tell this bitch
we fucked the police
pioneers hustling, pay bang crease
peace to my nigga Train, Rest In Peace
you nigga outdoin` it big, wish you was here
puffin` on this blunt nigga sippin` some Beer
still Compton nigga, you was my dogg we went to school together
then we two and forever
this little young niggaz don`t know, this shit is personal
loosin` nigga that you know, you about to go through it
this shit I have you gone, then pray to your God
I have your ass in the corner cursin` your Gat
keep your head up, homey just remember the Villain
smoke weed, get your money nigga, fuck 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 shit for twenty years "uhh"
I had niggaz died, some with twenty five
some smoke dive in the hood tryin` to survive
in the ghetto
but shit be hard for the overage "yeah"
niggaz 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 shit
shut niggaz down when they turn bitch, or turn snitch
bury mothafuckers quick, this is the life I live
the rider nigga chose
forgive for my sin in this world so cold
so step the fuck 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, nigga 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 pussy, 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 nigga up on it
she know what I was doin, still had my back
she even lied on standin to keep a nigga 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
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