Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
Back in the days on the
Back in the days on the
Back in the, back in the, back, back, back, back
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 (so thirsty)
Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden (yeah)
Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden (what up, good?)
Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
We used to kick routines and the presence was fitting

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 up out his shoes and socks

I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
The party don't rock like it used to rock
Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock
I beat a nigga up up out his shoes and socks

Stand in amazement, picture in the frame
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 weenies
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

I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
The party don't rock like it used to rock
Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock
I beat a nigga up up out his shoes and socks

I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
The party don't rock like it used to rock
Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock
I beat a nigga up up out his shoes and socks

What's beef? Cuz', beef is in the kitchen
What you on 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 [?]
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
The party don't rock like it used to rock
Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock
I beat a nigga up up out his shoes and socks

I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
The party don't rock like it used to rock
Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock
I beat a nigga up up out his shoes and socks

(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, fitting)

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
G's up, forever
The boss dogg an' Tha General, front line and on the east side

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Writer(s): Alan Gorrie, Ali Shaheed Muhammed, Calvin Broadus, James Julius Massey, James Stuart, Kamal Ibn John Fareed, Leon Ware, Malcolm Duncan, Malik Izaak Taylor, Minnie Riperton, Owen Onnie Mc Intyre, Richard Rudolph, Roger Ball, Stephen Ferrone, Tracey Davis