I Wanna Go Back

Cause I remember way back when Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay in the clem With some friends George and Jay We was a funky fresh crew when i DJ'ed But what a shock it was to be on the set Comin from a nice home now livin in the projects No regrets cause I learned alot And I earned alot in the parking lot Doin dirt for the O.Gs slangin rocks You can call me that little white kid Who could rock on the two turntables And that aint no fable Watchin Eddie Murphie, instead of Clark Gable My whole lifestyle switched Hoss Puttin in hours at the 76 car wash But I could never wait for them weekends to come Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum Boom, boom, the basement On the turntables fuckin it up, in Dukes basement Boomtime productions, who kept the jam jumpin Open up your ears Im tryin to tell you somethin And get some love back to those that loved me 206 Court street, and my second mom Tracy, little Keesha, and Cole My mellow boe, and my homegirl Flo Doc Ralph C used to buy me some But I kept my tables in the crib when I wasnt in the club Tom, Rich, and Mike Shafer used to give me rides And buy me groceries when I didnt have no papers And Im grateful for this Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss Making demos my old four track Sometimes I cant help but think, I Wanna Go Back I Wanna Go Back, back in the time (3x) Got kicked out again for bein fly Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli An' they greeted me like brothers R-I-P to the coolass mothers An my brother din dada For the homies that aint here I still gotta lot of love I wanna go back, way back To change things and bring y'all back I pour a tear out for y'all Im singin I saw the light from my cousin Paul Life brings alot of tragedy I look around at times and its so sad to see A wasted life, or a broken home But all I can do is take care of my own I feel so alone like a stranger And sometimes I express my love through my anger And I lost alot of friends for this Blackman, T-Bone, Ernest Katie C, and Chris And the rest of the beach crew I aint sayin that i'm wrong, but I still got love for you Cause I remember how it used to be Make way motherfuckers beach crew's in the party To the right to the left Me Black Man, and Funk Daddy, Deaf Steph And sometimes i feel blessed for sure To have been a part of one or raps last great tours Ice Cube, Too Short, D-Nice, yo, yo Kid Rock and it dont stop I Wanna Go Back (3x) I remember Little Robert, cause i stayed with him I used to go and see Campbel when i need a trim Ands when times got grim, and it seemed that i lost my way I used to go and get blown out with Raveigh Bumpin shoulders and slappin hands Willie Night had a disco right in his basement man Them New Haven jams Me and Black man runnin' crazy scams Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing Just makin that money and pullin them hunnies Spandex shorts, and the halter tops Slangin them rocks, and runnin from the cops The only white kid walked around on the block Crusin' in Amp's low ridin' rag top Go see Howard for what you need Underage, buyin' 40's and bags of weed Buyin late night liquor, from Bubba Coles People used to say "Rock you got soul" Finks looked out, and so did Lou Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot Chuck, Dee, and Murph were the origional 3 And now Richard, Dee, and Kracker are down with me I got a studio, records, and a taste of fame But when i roll through the krem, it's all the same Even though things change, you know i aint forgot Cause the love from the past gave birth to Kid Rock But it's hard to go back to the things i knew Cause the new life i have now, lives for 2 Yeah, and that's where i'm at I wanna go back (3x) Let it ride, let it ride