a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

cris the kid - back in the day lyrics

[verse 1]
i told my mama bread eventually comes slow
now i gotta trip what, now i gotta trip up
now i gotta trip up, now i gotta trip up
yeah i’m goin’ to the beach
i’m goin’ somewhere, where i need to go now
i don’t know, but in this life it’s beyond a wow
i want a girls vows, i got n-body, it’s okay ouch
i’m alone in my house, everyday i’m still alone
cris the kid is back, i’m in a zone, i just p-ssed a zone
i syracused the game, i’m jim boeheim
reincarnated everyday, yeah in a young version
now i got this sh-t now, i’m alone and i’m learnin’
remember back in the day, latin prophecy
in october 27th
is when i knew that i was gonna get it
that was a couple weeks after i dropped it
now we up in the what ?
in the 17, neva stoppin’
a kid’s dream
that was beautiful and clean
now we movin’ on to latin prophecy ii
then i had flame keeper
then i dropped enter my realm
i’m the reaper
yeah i’m the k!lla
i’m the what ?
stone cold k!lla
i’m chocolate
these boys like vanilla
they be soft, back in the day
i remember, i would slice this sh-t easily like a ninja
i was with my girl, yeah i felt like i was gonna get her
i remember that i did, she grabbed my d-ck
back in the day, when we we’re in my moms garage
remember baby that sh-t was the bomb
then we moved up the street to her crib
her dad almost came out and beat my sh-t
down
but it didn’t matter now we goin’ back
to the what ?
to the steps
now we got steps
we would kick it on the steps
remember when we moved down the steps
in tustin
(ughh)
that’s when back in the day i was hustlin’
eventually i knew from nothin’
i would stack up my dough
and i would have that sh-t like a yo yo
i pick it up, i got it in my hand, cris the kid is back
i’m about to erupt, this latin prophecy iii
this legendary, shoutout to erok
frank marvelle, everybody knows i don’t stop
this hip hop, wha-wha-what ?
throw it up for f-ckin’ hip hop
i can hit traps
i can hit whatever i want, like i hit the math
i’m about to get them digits
(ughh)
i’m stackin’ this sh-t like a shipment
i send it out to everybody
yo boy is k!llin’
cris the kid
the prophet
flame keeper
whatever you wanna call it

- cris the kid lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS