Back In The Days Funkymix Wicked Mix X-Mix-Various Artists

Missy Eliot Feat Jay-Z-Back In The Days - 舞曲 Brothers and sisters I don't know what this world Is coming to whassup missy timbo This is another missy Hip-hop yes Elliott exclusive Yes uhh One for the butters I came from the gutter No I came from my mother but y'all know what I mean Hov' is here to stay like permanent crease in your jeans Me and missy be the new tag team Whoomp there it is We like rae ghost a g and showbiz We public enemy 1 our uzi weighs a ton This is our house run What happened to those good old days ha When hip-hop was so much fun Ohh house parties in the summer y'all c'mon And no one came through with a gun It was all about the music y'all It helped to relieve some stress ha Ohh we was under one groove y'all y'all So much love ha between north and west Go back in the day British knights and gold chains Do the prep and cabbage patch And wear your laces all fat Back in the dayyyyyyyy hey hey Hip-hop has chaaaanged Remember when we used to battle uh-huh On the block ha before the lights came on Ohh mama said we would be straight a kids c'mon If we did our homework like we knew those songs Salt-n-pepa rakim and p e ha D m c and heavy d Yes daddy kane slick rick too oh-ooh Mc lyte paper thin opened doors for you and me c'mon Go back in the day British knights and gold chains Do the prep and cabbage patch And wear your laces all fat Back in the dayyyyyyyy hey hey Hip-hop has chaaaanged Young j bizzy let's do it again ni**a Grew up the way it oughta be From day krs-one all the way up to nineteen naughty three To m o p we cold as ice Ni**a we rock it from the dre day to the suge knight So f**k chuck phillips and bill o'reilly If they try to stop hip-hop we all gon' rally ni**a Post biggie and 'pac I gotta hold down the city Make a ni**a wanna 'holla' like missy but f**k it Just let a ni**a mc The best rapper alive unquestionably If you rip on your ep you gonna need an md So you gots to chill cause I kill at will Like solid water dude y'all niggaz don't get it Kill at will solid water ice cube Ha ha that's how hip-hop has evolved Jay-z's for president I'm namin ra as the national god Me and jigga jigga j-j-jay-hova I rocks the mic right whether I'm pissy drunk or sober Misdemeanor fo' finger ringer I'm stupid fresh I've been hot since ll rocked the kangol hat Yes yes the yes yes the yes y'alln C'mon aw yea aw yea Okay me that ni**a jigga fresh dressed in the morning C'mon aw yea aw yea Go back in the day British knights and gold chains Do the prep and cabbage patch And wear your laces all fat Back in the dayyyyyyyy hey hey Hip-hop has chaaaanged Come on, come on I wanna go back in time I wanna go back in time