Bacc In Da Dayz lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. Big Tray Deee)

Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden

We used to kick routines and the presence was fitting

I used to come through with the tools and Glocks

Party don't rock like it used to rock

Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock

I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks

I used to come through with the tools and Glocks

Party don't rock like it used to rock

Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock

I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks

Standin' amazing, hit you in the brain

Get with Snoop Dogg, he can put you in the game

Put you on the stage, maybe even front page

Get a little fortune, have a little fame

Kill 'em with class, toast to the boogie while you fill up your glass

So quick, so fast

No razzmatazz, I'm just an eastside nigga

With my gangster ass, twenties

I used to pinch pennies

Only Gs, I don't fuck with no weenies

My clique is sick, it expandin'

To outlaws, riders and bandits

What you gon' do

When we coming to a hood near you?

You know

I used to come through with the tools and Glocks

Party don't rock like it used to rock

Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock

I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks

I used to come through with the tools and Glocks

Party don't rock like it used to rock

Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock

I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks

What's beef? 'Cause beef is in the kitchen

What you want dog? I'm on a million-dollar mission

How can you get it if you ain't been through shit?

I'm just a seed that was planted by Ruthless

My family tree is so G, we was cut from the cloth called LBC

Crybaby, used to C-Walk at the park

Pitbulls on a leash that would never bark

Real love, real dubs, real 'saniacs

Trip Locc, kinfolk, and Wayniac

Peace to the deceased that passed away

"Duces 'n Trayz: The Old Fashioned Way"

What you gon' do

When we pull up in a hood near you?

You know

I used to come through with the tools and Glocks

Party don't rock like it used to rock

Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock

I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks

I used to come through with the tools and Glocks

Party don't rock like it used to rock

Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock

I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks

Yeah, certified official gangsta shit

Unfiltered, like a pack of humps, nigga

Detrimental to all and any that disrespect or deviate from the G calls

It's either hog status or buster status

It ain't no in betweens

You can't wake up and put this on, nigga

Every breath you breathe gotta be committed to this shit

Clappin' niggas, tappin' switches, mackin' bitches

Mansion business and stackin riches

It's all a part of that lifestyle we created back in the days for the world to follow

Gs up, forever

The boss dogg an' Tha General, front line and on the east side