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Flesh-N-Bone - Way Back lyrics
Oh, yeah. If I could go back, way back, way back. Eazy, Eazy [said Eazy], Tupac, Tupac, and Biggie, Biggie [and Big Pun.] Rest in peace, rest in peace. If I could go back, way back. I? swoop that nigga E up in my Caddillac, and we could hit a corner, get a fat ass sack. I? checkin?for the ladies, where ya at? Flesh: Remember that cool ass nigga, true thugs, my nigga, that G that put me on. Thinkin about it, it shouldn? go wrong, why would a nigga Eazy-E, he gone. Never really had a chance to say thank you for givin Mo Thug mo love, and now that you laugh and sing on up above, you gotta be laughin, niggas we set it off multi platinum. Stackin my chips, i? droppin these hits down every hour, and I been smokin these weed trees with them sticky leaves, blaze to the mighty power. Uh, six deep in the Benz-O, 6-double-O thug stroll to the studio, little Lay, Kray, Biz, Wish, Flesh here to rhyme so cold, rap flow never heard befo? As we ride, as we roll, roll. Reminiscin??out the games we played. Those were the days, those were the days. Never let ?m slip away. If I could go back, way back. I? swoop that nigga E up in my Caddillac, and we could hit a corner, get a fat ass sack. I? checkin?for ya ladies, where ya at? If I could go back, way back. I? swoop that nigga E up in my Caddillac, and we could hit a corner, get a fat ass sack. Yes, i? checkin?for the ladies, where ya at? Eazy, Eazy [said Eazy], Tupac, Tupac [and Tupac], and Biggie, Biggie [and Biggie] [and Big Pun.] Rest in peace, rest in peace. Layzie: If I can go back, i? be me and Stack, hittin??9, thuggin?it in drawely, when all of this rappin?was really a hobby. Rollin?in a Malibu, mobbin?with Wally. To this day, feelin?like yesterday, when it was Bizzy, Flesh, [Wish], lil?Lay, and Kray. We took a one-way ticket to L.A. Creepin?on a co |
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