Lets bring it back to the good ole' days
VCN3!
It's Language Arts bitch!
It was all a dream
I used to read Play Boy magazine
Mr. Medik and swipe Villa in a ragged street
As Jay brought us plenty of trouble
So we'd code name graffiti riding in twenty or double
It was fuck work, bus hop, paint shit, shoulder tap
Get drunk, smoke weed, vomit up, circle back
Days went by without sobering up
A 32 amilla low life for lunch, what?
After finishing a handle off
Pus fell of the truck in the middle on Santa Moss
Rocking barbecue stains like Tim McGraw
Pissing off the roof on expensive cars
And it was chase jack out bruise and zip slowly
Eyes crossed like Christian, stay drunk like Big Nolty
For the past time
Living this one like it's your last life
Smoking it slowly and well that's fine
And hold the dro, take note before we're gone old and grown
For the past time
Living this one like it's your last life
Smoking it slowly and well that's fine
And go for broke, lay low when you sit back from rolling a roach
Cruising all the way to park in shacks taken
Abandoned like a forty on floors, well i'll take it
Departments we use to
Everyday we shoot through
Time always flew dude
Coming home and shoot hoops
Pops getting mad at me
Fuck going home now
It's all instant battery
Papa's little ho-down
Talking over drinks, some weed, and I'm staying
Then what the fuck you putting that beliefs, your bet's amazing
Girls and some alcohol
Things that are tangible
Nowadays you add up your things
And they're edible
Take a little weight off your feet
Load, and keep low
Raw meat till' your meat bone
Look at me
Drink another Forty till' I sleep
And another one for breakfast
Gift of Gab on repeat
Reminiscing is sweet
Wishing you could be here
That's what friends need
Your's truly, Q-West to BCM3
For the past time
Living this one like it's your last life
Smoking it slowly and well that's fine
And hold the dro, take note before we're gone old and grown
For the past time
Living this one like it's your last life
Smoking it slowly and well that's fine
And go for broke, lay low when you sit back from rolling a roach
No pause in life
I'm not stopping at stop light
I walk and reflect
Road traveled as i cross by
The path of others building memories that's classic
Some are still chillin but my brother rests in ashes
A passion for the stories made by the mischief
Tales at the park with the bay in the distance
On a vista, sipping poison and I've been arrested here
No acceptance to the lesson with assessment of the years
Running free to the rattle of the can
By the creek side, track spot, forty in a bag
I wasn't in to running yards
I'm in a party train of 20 cars
Or in a cudi spot with honey parked, until the sun at large
SF to SJ I'll navigate it backwards
SF state to Treasure Island bus disaster
Lower Haight, city walk'n until the tread is blank
Return to SJ with a new tune to generate
Yeah I remember sneaking out back in the day
Squeezing past my squeaky kick
I hit the night looking to blaze
Spawn with me
Faded on the sleepy streets
Up late and under age
Rampage drinking forties in the storm drain
Not afraid
We had all kinds of plots
Igniting lighter bombs high up in the mountains
Drop the mic with thoughts
Rooftop balloon launch we drop only laws
On the city college garage and we go into the parking lot
Being a kid and just loving it
Doing dumb shit in the summer live tickets in the summit
Fuck it, mugging old heads bumping NOFX
We hit the road West, less invisible with no regrets
Creep a hop with young love like a hard drug
Scars and tongues slip out my arms like a drum hub
On the flip side where the valley lights the sky
Where we stood still on those foot hills
Frozen in time
For the past time
Living this one like it's your last life
Smoking it slowly and well that's fine
And hold the dro, take note before we're gone old and grown
For the past time
Living this one like it's your last life
Smoking it slowly and well that's fine
And go for broke, lay low when you sit back from rolling a roach
Don't say that! Never say that!
Goonies never say die!
Don't you realize? Right now they gotta do what's right for them
Cause it's their time. Their time up there!
Down here it's our time. It's our time down here!
That's all over the second we ride up in Troy's bucket...