Songtexte:
Jon Young Back In Time

got a new life i got mine but sumtimes i just want to go back in time i wish i could go back in time i wish i go back go back in time

Ebola, the autopsy showed the reports, another Jon Doe -- overdoser Overexposure, facin' the flame thrower I hold you hostage, the code name's the Iyatollah Mind controller, 2009 time

stuntin til time, had that patience now it?s big faces, fly vacations alias Shawn stacks miss shows, never call back blowin? Dro sippin tall cats on the low had to crawl back

everywhere, cousins and aunts was there Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head I didn't like to sleep with Jon Jon, he peed the bed Seven

clutchin' the gats? I know you heard "Friend or Foe," this ain't different from that Make sure you got your four-four and he can slip if he like Young, Jon

draw Okay, always sayin' shit that I mean Pelle Pelle, A-Town nigga gotta come clean [Gangsta Boo] What's up motherfucka what's up Time to get real crunk, time

Rand-all Wit style filed for sexual harassment like Tisha Camp-bell You're wack like Will Smith, your rhyme style is pansy I fuckin' murder your young style like Jon

when that cop comes in and blow that motherfuckers head off [multiple gun shots] (Got him) Yeah load it up again cause these motherfuckers are gonna come back

a nigga wanna talk, nigga we can let it bounce (bounce) Take it outside, nigga fuck fallin back Killers run up in the club, ballin with a bigger stack [Chorus - 2X] [Young