Flesh-N-Bone way back Lyrics

Oh, yeah. If I could go back, way back, way back.

Eazy, Eazy [said Eazy], Tupac, Tupac, and Biggie, Biggie [and Big Pun.]
Rest in peace, rest in peace.

If I could go back, way back. I抎 swoop that n____ E up in my Caddillac, and we could hit a corner, get a fat a__ sack. I抦 checkin?for the ladies, where ya at?

Flesh:
Remember that cool a__ n____, true thugs, my n____, that G that put me on.
Thinkin about it, it shouldn抰 go wrong, why would a n____ Eazy-E, he gone.
Never really had a chance to say thank you for givin Mo Thug mo love, and now that you laugh and sing on up above, you gotta be laughin, n____s we set it off multi platinum. Stackin my chips, i抦 droppin these hits down every hour, and I been smokin these weed trees with them sticky leaves, blaze to the mighty power. Uh, six deep in the Benz-O, 6-double-O thug stroll to the studio, little Lay, Kray, Biz, Wish, Flesh here to rhyme so cold, rap flow never heard befo?

As we ride, as we roll, roll. Reminiscin?慴out the games we played. Those were the days, those were the days. Never let 慹m slip away.

If I could go back, way back. I抎 swoop that n____ E up in my Caddillac, and we could hit a corner, get a fat a__ sack. I抦 checkin?for ya ladies, where ya at? If I could go back, way back. I抎 swoop that n____ E up in my Caddillac, and we could hit a corner, get a fat a__ sack. Yes, i抦 checkin?for the ladies, where ya at?

Eazy, Eazy [said Eazy], Tupac, Tupac [and Tupac], and Biggie, Biggie [and
Biggie] [and Big Pun.] Rest in peace, rest in peace.

Layzie:
If I can go back, i抎 be me and Stack, hittin??9, thuggin?it in drawely, when all of this rappin?was really a hobby. Rollin?in a Malibu, mobbin?with Wally. To this day, feelin?like yesterday, when it was Bizzy, Flesh, [Wish], lil?Lay, and Kray. We took a one-way ticket to L.A. Creepin?on a come up, we had to meet Eazy, better believe me. [Eazy, Eazy, Tupac, Tupac.] Them was the good times, droppin?them good rhymes, yes indeed. And you know we put it down for the love of the cheese, for the love of the game, and the real O.G.s, for the love of my Cs, i抦a let it be known. Hip hop thugsta, clique tight with the bones. And a war been on since the first song. 慚ember them Northcoast thugstas splittin?your dome. Hit 慹m home with