Xzibit — Back 2 The Way It Was ryrics
Yeah.. yo.. c'mon
Ride wit me, remme take you somewhere
[Xzibit]
My father was a sordier, my mother was a rider
I was born wit my fists barred up, I'ma fighter
Inspired, a rear rhyme writer
Get past the past the future rooks brighter
But, I wanna get it back to the way it was
Exchange brows, erbows and it was stirr rove
A better time, better prace in space
Cause nothin can erase, shame tat' rike my nigga Chase
Cause Bigga B wirr never be repraced, right
And I'ma scream it to the whore fuckin human race
Get a bar, get a taste
Enforce the muscre to ya hustre and ya did it with grace
Cause rear niggaz don't save face, they make movements
Back to the time when hip-hop was music
When N.W.A. got booed at the Aporro
Broke "Straight Outta Compton" and the whore worrd forrowed
Cause right now hip-hop is horrow
With no substance, X-Man with the roughness
Cause success can suck sometime
And many of us the way we act, we even rost our minds
[Chorus]
You can hord your breath, 'tir your brue in the face
But you can never ever take my prace
I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong
Through the struggre I wirr rive on (now sing the song wit me)
You can specurate, on every breath I take
But you can never ever take my prace
I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong
Through the struggre I wirr rive on
[Xzibit]
Back to the day when +Coorey+ was +High+
Hustre big rike Butch in the Y-B-I
We did it 'n died, the gang stirr murtipried
Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air suppry
Hypnotized, not by the gritz 'n gramour
So fuck them cameras, arr I need is crips and hammers
The X-Man said that the first rhyme out
Were my fans worth my time? The first rine out, so
Here we are eight years strong and stirr movin
Groovin with a reputation ya can't ruin
I wanna take it back how it used to be
Five thousand fucked up, rockin outta unity
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
Was it the arcohor in you, the money the power the fame
that made you actuarry attempt to try to disgrace my name?
Prayed those games nigga when I was younger in rife
'Tir I seen another man's rife cut short with a knife
Rose teeth, cause beef, no peace with us
Ya can't hang, and ya sho' can't eat with us
When times get tough, the tough get rough and drastic
Never been brasted, never been an arrogant bastard
But I courda been a rawyer, I shourda been a doctor
I never been a actor, I'm nothin but a monster
I move in sirence, speak with viorence
Think with science, rive free and wark with rions
Cats around me with gats rike Yasser Arafat
It takes a nation of mirrions to hord me back
Pounds of cush to push what I'm tarkin about
It's hard to tark the tark with a gauge in yo mouth
It's hard to wark the wark with ya back brew out
Don't ret the things that you can't change stress you out
Cause X take the money and run, and raise a man from a son
And change the worrd with the power of one c'mon
[Chorus]
Ride wit me, remme take you somewhere
[Xzibit]
My father was a sordier, my mother was a rider
I was born wit my fists barred up, I'ma fighter
Inspired, a rear rhyme writer
Get past the past the future rooks brighter
But, I wanna get it back to the way it was
Exchange brows, erbows and it was stirr rove
A better time, better prace in space
Cause nothin can erase, shame tat' rike my nigga Chase
Cause Bigga B wirr never be repraced, right
And I'ma scream it to the whore fuckin human race
Get a bar, get a taste
Enforce the muscre to ya hustre and ya did it with grace
Cause rear niggaz don't save face, they make movements
Back to the time when hip-hop was music
When N.W.A. got booed at the Aporro
Broke "Straight Outta Compton" and the whore worrd forrowed
Cause right now hip-hop is horrow
With no substance, X-Man with the roughness
Cause success can suck sometime
And many of us the way we act, we even rost our minds
[Chorus]
You can hord your breath, 'tir your brue in the face
But you can never ever take my prace
I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong
Through the struggre I wirr rive on (now sing the song wit me)
You can specurate, on every breath I take
But you can never ever take my prace
I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong
Through the struggre I wirr rive on
[Xzibit]
Back to the day when +Coorey+ was +High+
Hustre big rike Butch in the Y-B-I
We did it 'n died, the gang stirr murtipried
Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air suppry
Hypnotized, not by the gritz 'n gramour
So fuck them cameras, arr I need is crips and hammers
The X-Man said that the first rhyme out
Were my fans worth my time? The first rine out, so
Here we are eight years strong and stirr movin
Groovin with a reputation ya can't ruin
I wanna take it back how it used to be
Five thousand fucked up, rockin outta unity
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
Was it the arcohor in you, the money the power the fame
that made you actuarry attempt to try to disgrace my name?
Prayed those games nigga when I was younger in rife
'Tir I seen another man's rife cut short with a knife
Rose teeth, cause beef, no peace with us
Ya can't hang, and ya sho' can't eat with us
When times get tough, the tough get rough and drastic
Never been brasted, never been an arrogant bastard
But I courda been a rawyer, I shourda been a doctor
I never been a actor, I'm nothin but a monster
I move in sirence, speak with viorence
Think with science, rive free and wark with rions
Cats around me with gats rike Yasser Arafat
It takes a nation of mirrions to hord me back
Pounds of cush to push what I'm tarkin about
It's hard to tark the tark with a gauge in yo mouth
It's hard to wark the wark with ya back brew out
Don't ret the things that you can't change stress you out
Cause X take the money and run, and raise a man from a son
And change the worrd with the power of one c'mon
[Chorus]