Never Be the Same Again Songtext
von Mr. Capone-E
Never Be the Same Again Songtext
Yeah, what′s up homie, that's right
Nowadays, things ain′t the same for gangsters
Everybody think they're bling-blingin' it
You know what I′m saying, but we′re just taking this back
Dedicated to old style, tryna keep it real
Oh yeah, uh
'63, ′64
Lowriders, Commodores
Brentwood, Mary Wells
Charlie Browns, we don't tell
Keep it G, what I see
Penaltes, Cortez Nikes
House parties, ounce fourties
Kicking back with all the homies
See, that′s where I've been and that′s all I know
Growing up in my town where you had your roll, uh
Strolling by, pinstripes
Raider hat, t-shirt wide
Huffy buys, up all night
We're wrong, had to be right
Hell yeah, and it was on like that
And suckas like that are straight wack like that
Easy said like that and we react like that
Nowadays fools don't know how to act like that, uh
Rolling hard, boulevard
Frisco stars, chasing Mars
Hitting walls, juvie halls
Page and call, pay you the ball
Standing tall, never fall
Mom calls, but that′s the way it all starts
La la, la la, la la, la la
It′ll never be the same again
La la, la la, la la, la la
It'll never be the same again
Uh, staying true, ′82
Ricos, Monte Carlos
Cutlass Coupes, DeVilles
Daytons, McClain on wheels
Four wheels, primer steels
Making deals, til we look up to the till
That's how we bounced, that′s how we skate
Before 626 was 818
We regulate when we needed the stuff (that's right)
And it wasn′t about bling-blingin', it was all about your guts
And who did what and who was down
Who gets clowned and who came around, uh
Fighting fists, getting pissed
Every corner they set trip
Make you wish on a star
All the low dogs behind bars
That was the life of a G I guess
And if you weren't down, huh, you got straight checked
Nowadays, huh, things ain′t the same for gangsters
Fools shaving their heads, acting like actors
Faking stuff, making cuts
Talking tough, but not rough
Acting up, yapping junk
Playing tough, fed up, enough is enough
La la, la la, la la, la la
It′ll never be the same again
La la, la la, la la, la la
It'll never be the same again
Ain′t the same, times change
Homies came, homies turn lame
Some had game, some would say
Some made ways, some moved away
Some still play, some make pay
Some are straight locked far away
Way back in the days when it was on
Growing up strong, life went on and on and on
Having fun, beer runs
Cali sun, one on one
Two on one, three on one
I got jumped, came back with a gun
Dumb dumb, where I'm from
I had to have some
Pay back some other but I′m raised in the gutter
Do what I do, keeping it true ahead of you
La la, la la, la la, la la
It'll never be the same again
La la, la la, la la, la la
It′ll never be the same again
La la, la la, la la, la la
It'll never be the same again
La la, la la, la la, la la
It'll never be the same again
Nowadays, things ain′t the same for gangsters
Everybody think they're bling-blingin' it
You know what I′m saying, but we′re just taking this back
Dedicated to old style, tryna keep it real
Oh yeah, uh
'63, ′64
Lowriders, Commodores
Brentwood, Mary Wells
Charlie Browns, we don't tell
Keep it G, what I see
Penaltes, Cortez Nikes
House parties, ounce fourties
Kicking back with all the homies
See, that′s where I've been and that′s all I know
Growing up in my town where you had your roll, uh
Strolling by, pinstripes
Raider hat, t-shirt wide
Huffy buys, up all night
We're wrong, had to be right
Hell yeah, and it was on like that
And suckas like that are straight wack like that
Easy said like that and we react like that
Nowadays fools don't know how to act like that, uh
Rolling hard, boulevard
Frisco stars, chasing Mars
Hitting walls, juvie halls
Page and call, pay you the ball
Standing tall, never fall
Mom calls, but that′s the way it all starts
La la, la la, la la, la la
It′ll never be the same again
La la, la la, la la, la la
It'll never be the same again
Uh, staying true, ′82
Ricos, Monte Carlos
Cutlass Coupes, DeVilles
Daytons, McClain on wheels
Four wheels, primer steels
Making deals, til we look up to the till
That's how we bounced, that′s how we skate
Before 626 was 818
We regulate when we needed the stuff (that's right)
And it wasn′t about bling-blingin', it was all about your guts
And who did what and who was down
Who gets clowned and who came around, uh
Fighting fists, getting pissed
Every corner they set trip
Make you wish on a star
All the low dogs behind bars
That was the life of a G I guess
And if you weren't down, huh, you got straight checked
Nowadays, huh, things ain′t the same for gangsters
Fools shaving their heads, acting like actors
Faking stuff, making cuts
Talking tough, but not rough
Acting up, yapping junk
Playing tough, fed up, enough is enough
La la, la la, la la, la la
It′ll never be the same again
La la, la la, la la, la la
It'll never be the same again
Ain′t the same, times change
Homies came, homies turn lame
Some had game, some would say
Some made ways, some moved away
Some still play, some make pay
Some are straight locked far away
Way back in the days when it was on
Growing up strong, life went on and on and on
Having fun, beer runs
Cali sun, one on one
Two on one, three on one
I got jumped, came back with a gun
Dumb dumb, where I'm from
I had to have some
Pay back some other but I′m raised in the gutter
Do what I do, keeping it true ahead of you
La la, la la, la la, la la
It'll never be the same again
La la, la la, la la, la la
It′ll never be the same again
La la, la la, la la, la la
It'll never be the same again
La la, la la, la la, la la
It'll never be the same again
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