Übersetzung: Paris. Back In The Days.
finst' to come up soon I still remember them days They was crazy but now they gone It aint nothin' like it used to be before Back in the days... 1990
this Nigga Blue cooler than a Mac out the movies I'll pull sits back and brought a bag out of groupie If you don't back up my boy back up the oosie Knock
Six months since the day I went away It didn't seem like that long It hit me when I was changing planes From Paris to New York I'm dreading the days that
t you get back into bed Why don't you get back into bed Why don't you get back into bed Why don't you get back into bed Why don't you get back into bed
right and I'm lovin' every minute) Most people like getting up when I'm just getting in. (I'll be back in three days like Paris's jail sentence) And oh
Imagine going to court with no trial Lifestyle cruising blue behind my waters No welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days
a no craft "Como estas senorita?", cock back Cristal Sip my corida, have some ice But never I'm caressin, and you act raw nice My flight with Paris, street
t sleep for Bout three days maybe you see me in Haiti With Wyclef Jean and a selectino of ladies My folk got that work in like they back in the 80s See
here Among the elite? Here comes a prince There goes a Jew. This one's a queer But what can you do? Paris at my feet Paris in the dust And here's me breaking
dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (Yeah, now hold that) [Lil' Kim] Now I'm back to my old ways, like in the old days Flirtin
: [Intro: Warcloud] Speed takes lights, and them have enemies Enemy back in the days, buryin' a fish in the house Plant, buryin' a fish in the house,
cops harassin' Imagine goin' to court with no trial Lifestyle cruisin' blue behind my waters, no welfare supporters More conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days
I done been around tha world And everywhere be tha same song Niggaz struggle daily gotta survive It's worldwide, even niggaz in Paris and London be hustlin
let's kick it like soccer like Jorge And have fun in this house, call it horseplay She like a nigga with some cake like a birthday Not a scrawny little nigga doing four days
people that I call my own Remember back when good rap was just a cool dance hit They even though it wasn't saying Well, them days is gone I don't play
[Paris] Take it back to the days when we raised us up 'Fore coward-ass rap made the game corrupt P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain Puttin wood on
