This one's for any of you mother***ers that ever helped me carry a record crate Or any of my equipment, from my truck to a party Just wanna say gracias, and this one's for you Back in the days, like 1989, rockin' house parties And tryin' to make a dime, couldn't even afford a 1200 turntable But there was a baddest little ***er in the neighborhood, my primo angel He helped me to hook up a coffin, even though the *** was ghetto I was still gettin' off and gettin' my props, take parties in the front lawns Askin' my moms and pops for a ride to the malls I got to throw it down for my homie Scrappy, Robert Remember them days, record crates, empty bottles In that ass stick, old truck dippin', turnin' on the curves And scopin' on the bitches, makin' mixtapes Another taste of funk for the alpine decks Cassettes make trunks pump, analog type of sounds Before them CDs, when records had the hits, and homies wrote the Ds Way back then, we used to *** around, yeah Now, we're here to let y'all know how we get down Way back then, we just didn't know Now, we're here to show you what we came here for I came to this world to *** a mic, to flip the turntables on and off like a light I'm a fiend for the vinyl diggin' through the crates of records on a Sunday Swap me shoppin' six o'clock in the morning Homie, to you it may be boring, but I'ma get the best fresh cuts Ain't nobody doin' it for me Acapellas, and instrumentals, and breakbeats R&DJs, dreamin' fundamentals Me and Rebel hooked up in 96 Stayed blazed up in the mix, been ***in' it up ever since Reminiscin' on them old days When we used to *** around on the 4-track, it was in a phase We were preparin' to be the very best At what we doin', that's a ***in' truth, continuin' my quest Every single day, we be writin' and strugglin' Good times, all the time, I was just rememberin' Way back then, we used to *** around Now, we're here to let y'all know how we get down Way back then, we just didn't know Now, we're here to show you what we came here for Here comes a triple C to the masterpiece And don't forget about the 805 family They all classics, never fake, never plastic You'll never catch me sayin' it was fun while it lasted I'ma keep steppin', we gon' keep risin' Continuin' creatin' albums and surprisin' Way back then, when we used to *** around We had no idea we'd be makin' these sounds Way back then, we used to *** around Now, we're here to let y'all know how we get down Way back then, we just didn't know Now, we're here to show you what we came here for Ah-ah-ah-ah