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Alt - Take You Back lyrics

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"Take it back" ("Yeah... ")

"Take it back" ("Yeah... ")

"Take it back" ("Yeah... ")

"Take it back" ("Yeah... ")

I take you back in my past

I used to live life fast

And yo, it wasn't

Shit to let the .38 blast

I had it goin' on

With the bitches and hoes, too

Yo, come to think about it, so did my whole crew

We bumped the old school jams from the east coast

We was the baddest Mexicans out of East Los

Back in the days, many crews got hushed

It seems

Every night, me and my homies got

Rushed

But

We never back down, even if we got beat down

We came back next week to the same town

And we was ready for 'em

But they still figure

That they could do us

So Tiny pulled a steel trigger

I had a .38 special, not a A.K.

As we sped away, Tony G. was on KDAY

Mama told me, "Yo, Al, you better change your ways"

And I'm a take you way back in the days

And I'm a

Back in '83, we hit the party like fifteen deep

I kept the chrome in my jacket so nobody'll creep

Rappin' on the instrumental side

While Julio G. made the crossfade glide

Yo

I always had to carry me a half pint

Sippin' it and stirrin' on the mic

All night

My homie Tiny O. has had my back

And a trained pitbull that was trained to attack

And then I

Crack the 40 and it's on

Yo

Tilt the 40 and it's gone

Then

I might trip on a ex-freak

And I always had a flyer for the party on the next week

I seen my girl and I surprise her

Holdin' up the wall with some loc's and a tall can of Budweiser

Puffin' on a joint cause nobody smoke

Crack

And I'm a take ya to the days of

Way back

Me and my primo, we was rollin' drop

And we was dodgin' the cops, cause we was lookin' for the crew

Spot

Rollin' in a six-deuce

I'm a target cause Mexicans never had a gang

Truce

Hit the spot, and it's dark

My primo said, "Park! "

Then we bailed out a '62 Skylog

Yeah

This vato rolled up

"Where you from, holmes? "

I dropped my 40

But Blanco said, "Stop, holmes"

I took two steps back

I could tell he was packed

Plus the skinny motherfucker's on crack

I turned

And dashed nine blocks

I heard nine shots

Now my primo's in a pine box

And if I go back and get him

I know

I can get him, squeeze the trigger on the nine

I hit 'em

And as I reminisce about my life

It's no wonder I still got my life

And I'm a take you back

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