The Game - Good Old Days (NEW) Instrumental
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Since I really feel the beat ima gon and rip it/ Yung Stackz in this bitch representin fo my city/ greensboro guilford county carolina bound/ flip the otha 12 but I blow a quarter pound/ Had to get it how I could, came up from the ground/ Soft clown killed my aunt, so now I hate that gun sound/ you swimmin wit a shark boy, please dont drown/ got to keep the kush to pick me up when Im down/ money the motive, I aint never switch the plan/ seen bright days turn darker than a sun tan. Fuk wit me!
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at the begginin i thought it was the kung fu song, lol
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Anyone where the sample is from??
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i think i'm gon'a use this beat....sounds dope....
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um sitting back, looking back, ounce of kush,hennesy um sippin' that,them good ole days homie um living that,pants saggin' goup of green um giving back,this thing they call freestyle will um killing that,i feel good i feel like a million man/um just chillin man,ill willin' man, drunk high still spinnin man,but um still winning man/losing only if i have to,boozing only when i need to,i got this rap tied up and i dont need you/ but u need me um the best i don't care if u dont believe me!
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(HOOK)
BREATHING THE BEAT IN
FEELS RELEIVING
THINKIN ABOUT THE GOOD OLD DAYS........
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I'm sitting back, looking through the haze I'm fazed, thinking bout the good old days Bout the old ways, yes it makes my eyes glaze In a craze when I think about it Hating mainstream, always wanna shout it Cross out it, start on a fresh slate Bout to make em feel the hate So I wait, hoping I can change the fate, Thinking bout the old days, thinking bout the good times Biggie, nas, 2pac, real rhymes Writing bout the true crimes, cuz new niggas real mimes
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fuckin shit quality... step your game up motherfucker
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Many try, to be like me, all fly and shit
like i'm on first class, lemme get high in this
Rock 'n roll lock 'nd load, I, aint lyin kid
Hit bars, this instant, without applying shit
They all make money, but i aint buying it
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And i aint buying shit, blaze that fire in
The microphone
aint that type, to be a liar, man
still i make money, and got a nice wife at home
Nobody judge me, for beeing right or wrong
Under pressure, lemme write this song
On the beat, is the place, where i belong
dont worry about hate embrace love..it's plenty of black people that will love you..just keep it real..and dont worry about negativity.
devinmakemoves 3 years ago 9
as i sit back high on this hays/i think about the good old days/of what music to be/ruled by nas and Jay-z/or further back to pac and B.I.G/them brothers came hard extra large/niggas made room for them no need barge/im so sick 'hip hop' its just a mix of base with pop/a weak claiming they make niggas stop and drop/or thier car make the city hop/sometimes i get tangled in it myself/spit dead numb lines to a point im not feeling myself/
bestcriticalive 2 years ago 6