Artist: MC Ren f/ Bigg Rocc, John Doe Album: Renincarnated Mixtape Song: Old Times Typed by: dy_face@hotmail.com [Intro: MC Ren Talking] Oooh baby, yeah Ooooh baby, it's going down Oooooh baby, puff your blunts Fuck your bitch, drink your drink I'm ready (Oooooh baby, oooooh baby, oooooh baby) [Verse One: MC Ren] We were some young niggaz; seeing the ballers do it I said: Fuck that! - it's time for 'Ren to do it So me and my nigga Chip Dirty Stayed out for every night 'til like 2:30 Serving clocks, motherfucking young niggaz Rolling them trucks with laces Bitches with the fine-Ass faces I said I gotta be down A teenage black motherfucker from the Comp-town Got thirty bucks and I doubled it up See them cluckheads; I'm yelling what the fuck up? We got plenty chips, get his bitch a fucking twenty We're getting rich better tell this bitch We fucked the police Pioneers hustling, pay bang crease Peace to my nigga Train, Rest In Peace You nigga outdoing it big, wish you was here Puffing on this blunt nigga, sipping some Beer It's still Compton nigga You was my dogg; we went to school together Then we're two and forever This little young niggaz don't know, this shit is personal Loosing nigga that you know, you're about to go through it The shit I have to you gone, the pray to your God I have your ass in the corner cursing your Gat Keep your head up, homey just remember the Villain Smoke weed, get your money nigga, fuck and be chilling [Chorus] Old times, there was no better day Just keeping it real Old times, there was no better way That's just how I feel [Verse Two: Bigg Rocc] You know how we do it, never gangsters around here Been banging that Compton shit for twenty years (HUH!) I had niggaz died, some were twenty five Some smoked out in the hood trying to survive; In the ghetto, cause shit be hard for the overage (Yeah) Niggaz gotta have a job and a sack to have it Taking a chance, cause you only live once So you make what you can; you suppose to be a man and run shit Shut niggaz down when they turn bitch, or turn snitch Bury motherfuckers quick, this is the life I live The ride a nigga chose Begotten me for my sin in this world so cold So step the fuck back while I lace this fat track I'm origin-AL like the DJ Scratch I blast the weak up off the Bout (HUH!) Bigg Rocc, John Doe, nigga like that [Chorus] [Verse Three: John Doe] Lodi dodi, we like to party We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody It's, just John Doe up on the Mic And when we rock up on the Mic too late it's a gun fight Now you can call it a knight But we continue, to find something else to get into Like some pussy or in fact (HUH!) a bum rush What we call a rat pack Gangster Gangster; that's what we're yelling How we made it through Compton no telling Sold crack out my house, yeah pops was on it (UHHA!) Rest In Peace to my moms, kept the nigga up on it She know what I was doing, still had my back She even lied on a stand to keep a nigga in jack You point a finger at me, you need to check yourself (UHHA!) We had nothing in the fridge, fool I had to live [Chorus] - 3X