Bacc In Da Dayz [explicit] Lyrics - Snoop Dogg

Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden 

Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden 

Back in the days on 

Back in the days on 

Back in 

Back in 

Back in 

Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden 

Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden 

Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden 

Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden 

Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden 

Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden 

Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden 

We used to kick routines and the presence was fitting 

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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 willing 

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 

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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 same yes 

Trip Locc, kin folk, 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